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HYMNS, 

FROM 

VARIOUS     AUTHORS, 

ADAPTED      TO 

P  U   B  L  I   C  K      WORSHIP; 


Designed  for  the  edification  of  the 
pious  of  allDenominations;  butmorjs 
particularly  for  the  use  of  the  bap* 
tist  Church  in  Philadelphia. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

Printed  by  Enoch  Story,  Jun.  living  IN 
Straws  erry-Allsy.     1784. 


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A 
COLLECTION 


O    F 


HYMNS. 


HYMN      I.     Gratitude  to  God. 

i.  TXT  HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
*     V  V        My  rifing  foul  furveys ; 
Tranfported  with  the  view  I'm  loft 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife. 

2.  O  how  fhall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 

Which  glows  within  my  ravifh'd  heart  ? 
But  thou  canfl  read  it  there. 

3.  Thy  providence  my  life  fuflain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 

When  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 

A  3  4.  To 


(    4     ) 

4-  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  leanVd 

To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

5.  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 
Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whence  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

6.  When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 
With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 

Thine  arm  unfeen  convey'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

7.  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 
It  gently  clear'd  my  way; 

^nd  thro'  the  pleafing  fnares  of  vice, 
*"  More  to  be  fcar'd  than  they. 

8.  When  worn  with  ficknefs,  oft  haft  thou 
With  health  renew'd  my  face; 

And,  when  in  fins  and  forrows  funk 
Reviv'd  my  foul  with  grace. 

9.  (Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  blifs 
Hath  made  my  cup  run  o'er, 

And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  ftore.) 

10.  Ten  thoufand  thoufand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ; 

Nor  is  the  lead  a  chearful  heart, 
That  taftes  thofe  gifts  with  joy. 

5  *  it.  Thro.' 


(     5     ) 

li.  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death  in  diftant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12.  When  nature  fails,,  and  day  and  night 
Divide  thy  works  no  more, 

My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  (hall  adore. 

13.  Thro'  all  Eternity  to  thee 
A  joyful  fong  I'll  raife; 

For  oh!  Eternity  alone 
Can  utter  all  thy  praife. 

HYMN      II. 

1.  "T\EAR  Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  love 
JL/     To  fuch  unworthy  worms  as  we  I 

Thou  haft  fent  down  the  heav'nly  Dove, 
To  fet  our  fouls  at  liberty. 

2.  We  that  were  doomed  to  woe  and  pain, 
Expos'd  to  death  of  ev'ry  kind, 

Thro'  Jefus  Chrift,  the  Lamb  once  flain, 
Do  life,  and  peace,  and  pardon  find. 

3.  Shall  we  forget  our  Saviour's  grace, 
Who  dy'd  to  fave  our  guilty  fouls, 

And  bring  us  to  his  Father's  face, 
Where  endlefs  peace  and  pleafure  rolls? 

4.  Forbid,  O  Lord,  each  wand 'ring  thought, 
May  Chrift  be  all  in  our  efteem; 

A  3  Let 


(  6  J 

Let  earthly  things  be  all  forgot, 

And  counted  lofs,  compare!  with  hi  in. 

,5.  Lord  Jefus,  make  us  bear  in  mind 
Thy  rich  thy  pure  redeeming  love, 

:  we  fha.ll  be  for  ever  join  d 
With  thofe  that  ling  thy  praife  above : 

6.  Then  (hall  we  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  fhout  with  all  the  fauforn'd  throng  ; 

Our  cry  fhall  be,  "  Free  Grace,  Free  Grace,''' 
While  endleis  ages  roll  along. 

II  Y  M  N     III.     For  the  la/1  day  of  the  year, 

Praife  the  Lord  of  Heav'n, 
Whofe  mercy  never  fails; 
Six  troubles  come,  and  alfo  fev'n,. 
•  But  ftill  his  grace  prevails. 

2.  The  year  that's  almofl  paft 
His  goodnefs  did  proclaim  ; 

His  love  doth  now  and  always  laft, 
Give  glory  to  his  name. 

3.  How  wond'rous  are  his  ways 
Which  he  to  us  makes  known ! 

We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  praife,. 
And  worfhip  him  alone. 

4.  When  we  the  year  begun 
Wc   rais'd  our  chearful  fongs ; 

And  furely  when  its  courfe  is  run 
To  God  our  praife  belongs. 

jt.  His 


(     7     ). 

£.  His  mercies  ftill  are  new, 
Let  us  extol  his  love; 

we  this  blefied  thefhe  purfuc 
Till  we  fhall  meet  above. 

H  Y  M  N     IV.      On  the  death  of  a  Saint. 

i.   TJ  LESS  ED  are  they  (the  fcriptures  fay) 

JD     That  dying  win  the  prize, 
For  reft  they  fhall,  their  good  works  all 
Do  follow  them  likewife. 

2.  Death's  but  a  ileep,  why  fhould  we  weep 
For  thofe  in  Chrift  who  die  ? 

Since  this  we  know,  to  peace  they  go, 
And  joys  pofiefs  on  high. 

3.  Altho'  to  duft  their  bodies  mull 
Be  turn'd  beneath  the  clod, 

Yet  they  fhall  rife  above  the  fkies, 
And  ever  live  with  God, 

4.  Chrift  will  aloud  before  the  croud 
Compos'd  of  Adam's  race, 

Confefs  them  dear,  who  own'd  him  he;e, 
A,nd  bore  for  him  difgrace, 

5.  Robes  they  fhall  have  that  will  outbrave 
The  whitenefs  of  the  fnow; 

Moft  pure  and  bright,  like  Aiming  light ; 
Such  Jefus  will  beftow. 

6.  Then  why  need   we  dejecled  be  ? 
Our  lofs  is  their  great  gain; 

For 


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For  they  fhall  ftand  at  Chnft's  right  hand, 
And  with  their  Saviour  reign, 

7.  Their  happy  days  are  fpent  in  praife, 
While  here  we  figh  and  groan; 

Could  we  but  fee  how  bleft  they  be, 
'Twould  make  us  ceafe  to  moan* 

8.  If  there  was  end,  'twould  trouble  fend. 
And  would  eclipfe  the  joy, 

But  'tis  not  fo,  they'll  never  go 
Out  of  that  fweet  employ : 

9.  When  they've  been  there  ten  million  years^ 
And  millions  more  are  done, 

They've  no  lefs  days  to  fmg  God's  praife 
Than  when  they  firlt  begun. 

HYMN      V.       The  Lord  will  provide 

1.  nPHO'  troubles  affail, 

JL       And  dangers  affright, 
Tho'  friends  fhould  all  fail, 

And  foes  all  unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us, 

Whatever  betide, 
The  Scripture  allures  us, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide.*6 

2.  The  birds  without  barn 
Or  ftorehoufe  are  fed, 

From  them  let  us  learn 
To  truft  for  our  bread : 


Hi* 


(    9     ) 

His  faints,  what  is  fitting, 
Shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 

So  long  as  'tis  written 

44  The  Lord  will  provide,'' 

3.  We  may,  like  the  (hips, 
By  tempefts  be  toft 

On  perilous  deeps, 

But  cannot  be  loft : 
Tho'  Satan  enrages 

The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promife  engages, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

4.  His  call  we  obey 
Like  Abra'm  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  way, 
But  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 

For  tho'  we  are  ftrangers 
We  have  a  good  guide, 

And  truft  in  all  dangers, 
"  The  Lord  will  provided 

5.  When  Satan  appears 
To  ftop  up  our  path, 

And  fill  us  with  fears, 
We  triumph  by  faith  5 

He  cannot  take  from  us, 
Tho'  oft'  he  has  try'd, 

This  heart  cheering  promife, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide.'* 

6.  He  fells  us  we're  weak. 
Our  hope  is  in  vain* 


The 


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The  good  that  we  feek 

We  ne'er  fhall  obtain  ; 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftions 

Our  fpirits  have  ply'd, 
This  anfwers  all  queftions, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide. " 

7.  No  flrength  of  our  own, 
Or  goodnefs  we  claim, 

Yet  fmce  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower 

For  fafety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

8.  When  life  finks  apace, 
And  death  is  in  view, 

This  word  of  his  grace 

Shall  comfort  us  thro' : 
No  fearing  or  doubting 

With  Chrift  on  our  fide, 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting, 

i6  The  Lord  will  provide." 

HYMN        VI.        Efau. 

1 .   T)  O  O  R  Efau  repented  too  late, 

JL       That  once  he  his  birth-right  defpis'd; 
And  fold,    for  a  morfel  of  meat, 

What  could  not  too  highly  be  priz'd : 
How  great  was  his  anguifh  when  told 

The   blejfing  he  fought  to  obtain, 
Was  gone  with  the  birth-right  he  fold, 

And  none  could  recall  it  again!  2.  He 


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b.  He  ftands  as  a  warning  to  all, 

Wherever  the  gofpel  fhall  come  ; 
0  haften  and  yield  to  the  call, 

While  yet  for  repentance  there's  room ! 
Your  feafon  will  quickly  be  paft, 

Then  hear,  and  obey  it  to-day ; 
Left  when  you  feek  mercy  at  laft, 

The  Saviour  fhould  frown  you  away. 

3.  What  is  it  the  world  can  propofe  ? 
^A  morfel  of  meat  at  the  beft! 
ror  this  are  you  willing  to  lofe 

A  (hare  in  the  joys  of  the  bleft  ? 
Its  pleafures  will  fpeedily  end, 

Its  favour  and  praife  are  but  breath  ; 
And  what  can  its   profits  befriend 

Your  foul  in  the  moment  of  death  ? 

4.  If  Jefus  for  thefe  you  defpife, 
And  fin  to  the  Saviour  prefer, 

In  vain  your  entreaties  and  cries, 

When  fummon'd  to  ftand  at  his  bar: 
How  will  you  his  prefence  abide  ? 

What  anguifh  will  torture  your  heart? 
The  faints  all  enthron'd  by  his  fide, 

And  you  be  compell'd  to  depart ! 

5.  Too  often,  dear  Saviour,  have  I 
Preferr'd  fome  poor  trifle  to  thee ; 

^ow  is  it  thou  doft  not  deny 

The  blefiing  and  birth  right  to  me? 
No  better  than  Efau  I  am, 

Tho'  pardon  and  heaven  be  mine  ; 
To  me  belongs  nothing  but  fhame, 

The  praife  and  the  glory  be  thine,  HYMN 


f    i*    ) 

HYMN  VII. 

What  think   ye  of  ChriJ  ? 

U  TX7HAT  think  you  of  Chrift  ?  is  the  teft 
V  V    To  try  both  your  ftatc  and  your  fcheme; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  reft, 

Unlefs  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As    Jefus   appears  in   your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  difpofed  to   you 

And  mercy  or  wrath  are  your  lot. 

t.  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  he, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  moft ; 
Sure  thefe  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themfelves  wretched  and  loft : 
So  guilty,  fo  helplefs,  am  I, 

I  durft  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unlefs  I  were  fure  he  is  God. 

3.  Some  ftile  him  The  Pearl  of  great  Friee, 

And  fay,  "  He's  the  Fountain  of  Joys;" 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world,  and  its  toys  : 
Like  Judas  the  Saviour  they  kifs, 

And  while  they  falute  him  betray  ; 
Ah!  what  will  profefiion  like  this 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 


4.  If  afk'd,  what  of  Jefus  I  think  ? 
Tho'  ft  ill  my  beft  thoughts  are  but  poor-; 


I 


(    '3    ) 

1  fay,  He's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  ftrength,  and  my  {lore: 

My  Shepherd,  my  Hufband,  my  Friend, 
My  Saviour  from  fin  and  from  thrall ; 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  Portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

HYMN        VIII. 

3 .    T>  Y  whom  was  David  taught 
J3     To  aim  the  dreadful  blew, 
When  he  Goliath  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
Nor  fword  nor  fpear  the  {tripling  took, 
But  chofe  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2.  'Twas  Ifraei's  God  and  King, 
Who  fent  him  to  the  fight ; 

Who  gave  him  ftrength  to  fling, 

And  (kill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  faints,  your  ftrength  endures, 
Becaufe  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3.  Who  order d  Gideon  forth, 
To  ftorm  th'  invaders  camp, 

With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known. 
And  all  the  hoft  was  overthrown, 

4.  Oh!  I  have  feen  the  day 
When  with  a  fingle  word, 

God  helping  me  to  fay 

"  My  truft  is  in  the  Lord  ;'' 

B 


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My  foul  has  quell'd  a  thoufand  foes, 
Fearlefs  of  all  that  would  oppofc. 

5.  But  unbelief,  felf-will, 

Self-righteoufnefs  and  pride ; 
How  often  do  they  Ileal 

My  weapon  from  my  fide  ? 
Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  fervant  to  the  end. 

HYMN        IX. 

Faith,  is  a  comprehaifivt  fenjh. 

1.  QIGHT,  hearing,  feeling,  tafte  and  lirrcll, 
O      Are  gifts  we  highly  prize ; 

But  faith  does  fingly  each  excel, 
And  all  the  five  comprize. 

2.  More  piercing  than  the  eagle's  fight 
It  views  the  world  unknown  ; 

Surveys  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
And  Jefus  on  the  throne. 

g.  It  hears  the  mighty  v<   ere  of  God, 

And  ponders  what  he  la  th  ; 
His  word  and  works,  his  gi.  s  and  rod, 

Have  each  a  voice  to  faith. 

4.  It  feels  the  touch  of  heav'n   -  pow'r, 

And  from  that  boundlefs  fbu   re, 
Derives  frefh  vigor  ev'ry  hour, 

Xo  run  its  daily  cenrfe, 


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5.  The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Are  fuited  to  its  tafte; 

Mean  is  the  worldlings  pamper'd  board, 
To  faith's. perpetual  feaft. 

6.  It  fmells  the  dear  Redeemer's  name 
Like  ointment  poured  forth ; 

Faith  only  knows  or  can  proclaim, 
Its  favor  or  its  worth. 

7.  Till  faving  faith  pofTefs  the  mind, 
In  vain  of  fenfe  we  boafl ; 

We  are  but  fenfelefs,  taftelefs,  blind, 
And  deaf,  and  dead,  and  loft. 

HYMN        X. 

Jofeph  made  known  to  his  brethren. 

i.  TTfHEN  Jofeph  his  brethren  beheld, 

V  V       Affiled,  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  writh  compaflion  was  fill'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear: 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  paft  fin  to  their  mind ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 

He  halted  to  fhew  himfelf  kind. 

2.  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 
Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  fold  ! 

How  great  their  confufion  muft  be, 
As  foon  as  his  name  he  had  told ! 

"  I'm  Jofeph  your  brother  (he  faid) 

"  And  ftill  to  my  heart  you  are  dear, 

B  2  «  You 


(   *6  ; 

"  You  fold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
"  But  God,  for  your  fakes,  fent  me  here,. 

3.  Tho'  greatly  diftreiTed  before, 

When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  durft  to  look  up. 
"  Can  Jofeph,  whom  we  would  have  flain, 

"  Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
"  And  will  he  our  houfholds  maintain  ? 

"  O  this  is  a  brother  indeed !" 

4.  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  confeience,  I  cam€ 
And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord; 

Surrounded  with  terror  and  fhame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  firft  he  look'd  ftern  and  fevere,. 

What  anguifli  then  pierced  my  heart! 
Expefting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  fentence,  "  Thou  curfed  depart  \'y 

g.  But  oh!  What  furprize  when  he  fpoke, 

While  tendernefs  beam'd  in  his  face, 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  with  grace  : 
"  Poor  finner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 

"  Bv  thee  I  was  fold  and  was  {lain ; 
"  I  dy'd  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 

And  raife  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6.  I'm  Jefus  whom  thou  haft  blafphem'd, 

"  And  crucify  a  often  afrefh  ; 
u  But  let  me  henceforth  be  eftcem'd 

<•  Tliv 


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"  Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  andthyflefh; 
"  My  pardon  I  freely  beftow, 

"  Thy  wants  I  will  fully  fupply ; 
M  I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

"  And  foon  will  remove  thee  on  high, 

7.  Go  publifh  to  finners  around, 

"  (That  they  may  be  willing  to  come) 
<;  The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

"  And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 
Oh,  finners  the  mefTage. obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excufes  pretend  ; 
But  come,  without  farther  delay, 

To  Jefus  our  brother  and  friend- 


HYMN        XI. 

The  Chrijliaris  farezvel;  or  dying  faint's  Jong. 

1.  T^AREWEL,  dear  friends  in  Chrift  below, 
J?       I  bid  you  all  a  fhort  adieu  ; 

My  time  is  come,  I  long  to  go ; 
I  truft  I  foon  my  Lord  mail  view. 

2.  I  thank  you  for  your  kindnefs  mown, 
My  Jefus  will  reward  you  all; 

I  leave  you  with  the  Lord  alone. 

Till  he  from  earth  your  fouls  fhall  call. 

g.  Farewel  dear  neighbours,  brethren,  friends, 
I  hope  we  foon  mail  meet  with  joy ; 

B  3  My 


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My  heavenly  Father  for  me  fenus, 
I  go  where  nothing  can  annoy. 

4.  Adieu,  to  you  mine  enemies, 

You  that  have  fought  to  do  me  harm 
By  {lander,  envy,  rage  and  lies, 
But  God  upheld  me  with  his  arm  : 

5.  I  wifh  you  all  eternal  life, 

I  owe  you  not  the  ieail  ill-will ; 
My  foul  is  free  from  wrath  and  ftrife, . 
Tho'  me  you  hate,  I  love  you  ftill. 

'6.  Adieu,  thou  fun,  ye  ftars,  and  moon. 
No  longer  fhall  I  need  your  light; 

My  Gods  my  Sun,  he  makes  my  noon, 
My  day  ihall  never  change  to  night. 

7.  Adieu,    to  all  things  here  belowr, 
Vain  world,  I  leave  thy  fleeting  toys  ; 

Adieu  to  fin,  fear,  pain  and  wroe, 
And  welcome  bright  eternal  joys. 

8.  Temptations,  troubles,  griefs?  adieu; 
Sorrows  becloud  my  face  no  more  : 

I  go  to  pleafures  ever  new, 
Where  toils,  and  ft-rifes,  and  wars  are  o'er, 

q.  Now  I  have  done  with  earthly  things; 

And  ail  to  come  is  boundlefs  blifs ; 
My  eager  fpirit  fpreads  her  wings ; 

Jefus  fays  "  Come;"  I  anfwer  "  Yes." 

10.  Weep 


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10.  Weep  not  clear  friends:  I  tell  you  all 
I  go  to  dwell  with  Ch  ifl  on  high; 

I  hear  my  blefled  Saviour's 

And  trufting  in  his  promife  die. 

11.  Father,  I  come  to  thee  above, 
All   things  below  I  leave  behind; 

The  fountain  of  eternal  love 
Is  open'd  to  my  joyful  mind. 

12.  Eternity!   tranfporting  found  !  . 
While  God  exifls  my  heav'n  remains' 

Fullnefs  of  joy  that  knows  no  bound 
Shall  make  my  foul  forget  her  pains. 

H     Y     M     N         XII. 

1.  q^HE  praife  of  God  mall  fill  my  foul 

X        While  I  have  breath,  or  ufe  my  voice; 
And -while   eternal  ages  roll 

In  Chrifl  my  Lord  I  will  rejoice, 

2.  O  may  I  never  flop  to  reft 

Till   I  {hall  come  to  God  on  high^ 
Till  I  mail  lean  on  Jefu's  breaft, 
And  my  dear  Saviour  magnifv. 

g.  Then  (hall  the  wonders  of  his  name 

Conftrain  my  joyful  foul  to  fing  ; 
I  mall  eternally  proclaim 

The  glories  of  the  Almighty  King. 

4.  The 


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4.  The  voice   of  endlefs  harmony 
My  ravifh'd  foul  with  joy  fhall  hear ; 

No  difcord   in    the  melody, 

No  jarring  founds  (hall  ftrike  mine  ear. 

HYMN         XIII. 

1.  /^1AN  fuch  poor  feeble  worms  as  we 
v/  Praife  and  adore  our  Saviour's  name  ? 

Or  bring  a  tribute  Lord  to  thee  ? 

Or  half  thy  pov/r  and  love  proclaim  ? 

.at.  We  itand  amaz'd,    when  we  behold 
Thy  glory  and  thy  beauty  Lord ! 

Thy  love  and  grace  can  ne'er  be  told, 
Which  thou  to  mortals  doft  afford. 


3.  Yet  Lord,  we  would  attempt  thy  praife, 
We  would  exalt  thy  holy  name  ; 

Lord,  we  would  walk  in  thy  fweet  ways; 
And  fing,  and  tell  thy  wond'rous  fame. 

4.  Fain  would  our  fouls  mount  up  to  thee> 
And  feaft  forever  on  thy  love ; 

And  praife  the  facred  Deity, 
As  Angels  do  that  dwell  above* 

HYMN  XIV. 

*.    Q  AVIOUR  of  men,  we  blefs  thy  name, 

O      For  thou  art  good  forevermore  ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  we  would  proclaim, 

And  thine  eternal  love  adore,  2,  Thy 


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2.  Thy  glory  ihall  forever  (land, 

Thy  truth  remains  both  firm  and  furc ; 
Our  fouls  we  venture  in  thine  hand, 
And  there  we  know  we  are  fecure. 

3.  Tho'  troubles  come  and  forrows  rife, 
We  will  not  fear   for  God's  our  aid ; 

111  tidings  cannot  thefe  furprize 
Who    are  upon  Jehovah   ftay'd. 

4.  Glory  to  Chrift  our  faithful  friend; 
(  He  is  the  Lord  whom  Angels  fear) 

On  him  we   always  would  depend, 
And  in  his  righteoufnefs  appear. 

£.  We  love  the  Lord  our  God  moft  high, 
His  grace  demands  our  nobleft  fong  ; 

Ail    praifc  to   Chrift  who  came  to  die, 
To  him  all  glory  doth  belong. 

HYMN         XV.      ; 

1  r  I  ^  H  E  faints  appear  to  tread  the  courts 

X       Of  their  dear  God  below  ; 
Behold  the  multitude  reforts 
To   hear  the   trumpet  blow. 

2.  Lord  God,  appear  far  our  relief, 

What  can  we  do  alone  ? 
Come   Saviour,   banifh   unbelief, 

And  take  us   for  thine  own. 


3.  Out 


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3.  Our  eyes  O  Lord,  are  unto  thee, 
Aflift  us,  Lord,   we  pray  ; 

O   may  thy  fpjj-it  prefent  be  ! 
O   Lord,    thy  power  difplay. 

4.  Jefus,    let  us   thy  gofpel  hear, 
Teach  us  to  know   thy  voice  ; 

Make    ev'ry   ftubborn  (inner  fear, 
And  all  thy  faints  rejoice. 

5.  Come  Lord,  nor  let  us  be  difmay'd  ; 
Lord,    hear  thy"  people    pray ; 

And  let  thy  mercy   be  difplay'd 
Amongft  us  here  this  day. 

6.  May  fmners  hear  thy  pow'rful  call, 
And    thy  Salvation   fee  ; 

So  (hall  our  hearts,  both  one  and  all, 
Sing  fongs    of  praife   to  thee. 

HYMN        XVI. 

i  5 nr^ IS  pleafure,    Lord,    on  thee  to  wait; 

A       We  come  to  feek  our  God  again ; 
We  now  (land  watching  at  thy  gate  ; 
To   ferve  the  Lord   is  ne'er  in   vain. 

2.  Afford  us  Lord  thy  fpecial  grace, 
That  we   may  praife   thy  name    aright, 

And  run  with  joy  the  heav'nly  race, 

Thro'    faith    and   patience   with  delight. 

3.  O  may  we  truft  in  thee  alone, 
For  thou  hail  help'd  us  hitherto; 

And 


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And  fince  thy  name  to  us  is  known, 
Mav  we  thy  ways  with  zeal  purfue. 

HYMN         XVII. 

Hannah  ;    Or    the  Throne  of  Grace. 

1.TI7HEN   Hannah  prefT'd  with  grief, 

V  V     Pour'd  forth  her  foul  in  pray'r  ; 
She  quickly  found  relief, 

And    left   her  burthen   there  : 
Like  her  -in    cv'ry  trying  cafe, 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

2.  When  fnt  began  to  -pray 
Her  heart  was  pain'd  and  fad; 

But  ere  (he  went  away, 

Was   comforted   and  glad  : 
In   trouble,    what  a   refting  place, 
Have  they  who  know  the  throne  of  grace. 

3.  Tho'  men  and  Devils  rage, 
And  threaten  to  devour  ; 

The  faints   from    ace  to  age, 

Are  fafc  from  all  their  powV  : 
Frelh  flrength  they  gain  to  run  their  race,  * 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

4.  Eli   her  cafe  mi  (look, 
How  was  her  fpirit  movrd 

By   his  unkind   rebuke  ? 

But  God   her  caufe  approved4 

Wc 


(    H    ) 

We  need  not   fear  a  creature's  face, 
While  welcome  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

5.  She  was   not  fill'd  with  wine, 
(As   Eli  rafhly  thought) 

But  with  a  faith  divine, 

And  found  the  help  fhe  fought : 
Tho  men  defpife  and  call  us  hafe, 
Still  let   us   ply  the  throne   of  grace* 

6.  Men     have    not   pow'r  or    {kill, 
With  troubled  fouls   to   bear ; 

Tho'    they   exprefs    good-will, 
Poor   comforters   they   are: 
But   fwelling  forrowTs  fink  apace, 
When  we  approach  the  throne  of   grace. 

7.  Numbers  before  have    try'd, 
And  found  the    promife  true  ; 

Nor   one   been    yet  deny'd, 

Then  why  fhould  I  or  you  ? 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footfteps  trace, 
And  haflen  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

8*  As    fogs    obfeure  the  light, 

And  taint  the  morning  air, 
But  foon   are   put    to  flight, 

If  the  bright  fun  appear ; 
Thus  Jefus  will  our  forrows  cjiafe, 
By  ihining  from  the  throne  of  grace. 


H  Y  M  N 


(  H  ) 

HYMN        XVIII. 

Travelling  in  birth  for  fouls. 

i.  TITHAT   contradictions  meet 

V  V       In  minifters  employ ! 
It  is  a  bitter  fweet, 

A  forrow  full  of  joy  : 
No  other  pofl  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honor,  or  difgrace ! 

2.  Who  can  defcribe  the  pain 
Which  faithful  preachers  feel; 

Conftrain'd  to  fpeak,  in  vain, 
To  hearts  as  hard  as  fteel  ? 
Or  who  can  tell  the  pleafures  felt, 
When  ftubborn  hearts  begin  to  melt  f 

3.  The  Saviour's  dying  love, 
The  foul's  amazing  worth, 

Their  utmoft  efforts  move, 

And  draw  their  bowels  forth : 
They  pray  and  ftrive,  their  reft  departs, 
Till  Ch'rift  be  L>rm'd  in  finners  hearts. 

4.  If  fome  fmall  hope  appear, 
They  ftill  are  not  content; 

But,  with  a  jealous  fear, 

They  watch  for  the  event : 
Too  oft  they  find  their  hopes  deceiv'd, 
Then,  how  their  inmoft  fouls  are  griev'd ! 


5.  But 


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£.  But  when  their  pains  fucceed, 

And  from  the  tender  blade 
The  rip'ning  ears  proceed, 

Their  toils  are  overpaid : 
No  harveft  joy  can  equal  theirs, 
To  find  the  fruit  of  all  their  cares. 

6.  On  what  has  now  been  fown 

Thy  blefling,  Lord,  beftow ; 
The  pow'r  is  thine  alone, 

To  make  it  fpring  and  grow : 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harveft  raife, 
And  thou,  alone,  malt  have  the  praife. 

HYMN        XIX. 

Praife  to  the  Creator. 

i.  INTERNAL   Majefty  on  high, 
a  j     Thou  God  of  pow'r  and  love, 
Thy  hands  have  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 
And  form'd  the  worlds  above. 

$.  This  globe  below  mews  forth  thy  might, 

Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  fkill ; 
The  fun,  the  moon,  the  day,  and  night, 

Thy  pleafure  do  fulfil, 

3.  Beafts,  birds,  fim,  infe&s  all  declare 
Thou  art  the  mighty  God ; 

Fire,  hail,  and  ftorms,  earth,  water,  air, 
Declare  thy  name  abroad. 

4.  Trees,  mountains,  rivers,  rocks,  and  plains, 
Gardens,  and  fruitful  lands.  Pro- 


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Proclaim  "  The  God  of  goodnefs  reigns;" 
And  will  while  nature  itands. 

£,  All  things  below,  and  all  above, 

God,  wife,  good,  great  proclaim ; 
Then  let  the  children  of  his  love 

Delight  to  blefs  his  name. 

6.  The  heav'nly  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
'Tis  now  as  'twas  when  time  begun, 

And  fhall  be  evermore. 

HYMN         XX. 

1.  /~\  Lord,  thou  know'ft  my  foul's  defires, 
V^/     And  thou  canft  give  me  perfecl  eafe ; 

Thou  art  the  good  my  heart  admires, 
There's  nothing  but  thy  love  can  pleafe. 

2.  Give  me,  O  Lord,  the  happinefs 
To  fit  and  hear  thy  gracious  voice; 

Come,  Saviour,  come,  my  foul  poiTefs, 
And  make  my  mourning  heart  rejoice, 

3.  Lord,  I  would  praife  thy  holy  name. 
Thou  art  my  everlafting  friend  ; 

Thou  haft  not  put  my  foul  to  fhame ; 
Preferve  me  fafe  unto  the  end. 

4.  Thou  art  my  ftrength,  and  my  fupport, 
My  hope,  my  everlafting  aid ; 

To  thee  I  always  would  refort, 
And  trull  in  thee  when  I'm  afraid. 

C  a  f.  Thy 


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5.  Thy  name  affords  my  foul  relief,. 
When  I  with  forrows  am  opprcft ; 

When  I  am  full  of  woe  and  grief, 
Thy  word  doth  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

6.  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will. 
Unite  my  heart  to  fear  thy  name ; 

O  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 
Where  Hands  the  new  Jerufalem. 

7.  Were  not  the  Lord  of  hofts  my  ftrcngtrs 
I  mould  have  funk  in  deep  defpair  ; 

But  now  I  truft  I  fhall  at  length 
Arrive  at  Canaan's  harbour  fair : 

8.  There  fhall  I  reft  for  evermore, 
Fearlefs  of  ftorms,  and  raging  feas, 

And  fit  upon  the  heav'nly  more, 

And  dwell  at  everlafting  eafe.  .  / 

HYMN         XXI. 

1.  T7TERNAL  God,  thy  pow'r  make  known-, 
JCj     Make  the  whole  earth  confefs 

That  thou  art  God,  and  thou  alone 
Doll  rule  in  righteoufnefs. 

2.  May, the  whole  earth  thy  glory  fee, 
And  thy  falvation  know  ; 

And  to  thy  faints,  who  wait  for  thee, 
Thy  works  and  wonders  fhow. 

g.  Lord  Jcfus,  come,  and  take  thy  pow'r, 
And  rule  us. by  thy  grace; 

■ 


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We  wait  for  that  expe&ed  hour 
When  we  fliall  fee  thy  face. 

4.  Our  fouls  are  longing  for  the  day 
When  Jefus  fhall  be  king; 

When  he  our  ftubborn  fins  (hall  flay, 
And  we  his  praife  fhall  finer. 

5.  Our  hearts  rejoice  in  Jefu's  name, 
H:s  word  forbids  our  fear; 

We  love  A  'o  proclaim 

Tha  :ikind  may  hear  : 

6.  But  deareft  Lord,  let  us  enjoy 
That  everlafting  peace, 

That  nothing  ever  fhall  deflroy, 
Nor  caufe  it  to  decreafe. 

7.  Lord  here  we  wait  to  know  thy  will, 
And  to  obey  the  fame ; 

May  we  our  courfe  on  earth  fulfil, 
In  honor  to  thy  name. 

HYMN        XXIL 

Jericho;  or  the  waters  healed. 

*'  nTHO'  Jericho  pleafantly  flood, 

A       And  look'd  like  a  promifing  foil: 
The  harveft  produe'd  little  food, 

To  anfwer  the  hufbandman's  toil  : 
The  water  fome  property  had, 

Which  poifonous  prov'd  to  the  ground; 

C  2  The 


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The  fprings  were  corrupted  and  bad, 
The  dreams  fpread  a  barrennefs  round". 

ft.  But  foon  by  the  cruife  and  the  fait,. 

Prepar'd  by  Elifha's  command, 
The  water  was  cur'd  of  its  fault, 

And  plenty  enriched  the  land.:. 
An  emblem  fure  this  of  the  grace 

On  fruitlefs  dead  finners  beftow'd  s\ 
For  man  is  in  Jericho's  cafe, 

Till  cur'd  by  the  mercy  of  God.. 

3.  How  noble  a  creature  he  feems ! 
What  knowledge,  invention,  and  fkill! 

How  large  and  extenfive  his  fchemes! 

How  much  can  he  do  if  he  will ! 
His  zeal  to  be  learned  and  wife,. 

Will  yield  to  no  limits  or  bars ; 
He  meafures  the  earth  and  the  fkies,. 

And  numbers  and  marfhals  the  ftars,. 

4.  Yet  ftlll  he  is  barren  of  good; 
In  vain  are  his  talents  and  art ; 

For  fin  has  infe&ed  his  blood, 

And  poifon'd  the  ftreams  of  his  heart : 
The  Cockatrice  eggs  he  can  hatch, 

Or,  fpider-like,  cobwebs  can  weave; 
'Tis  madnefs  to  labour  and  watch 

For  what  will  deltroy  or  deceive. 

5.  But  grace,  like  the  fait  in  the  eruifef 
When  caft  in  the  fpring  of  the  foul? 

A  wonderful  change  will  produce, 
Diffufing  new  life  thro'  the  whole  :     % 


The 


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The  wildernefs  blooms  like  a  rofe, 

The  heart  which  was  vile  and  abhorr'cf,. 

Now  fruitful  and  beautiful  grows, 
The  garden  and  joy  of  the  Lord. 

H    Y     M    N        XXIIL 

i.     TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

J      In  nature's  barren  foil; 
All  we  can  boaft,  'till  Chrift  we  know^ 
Is  vanity  and  toiL 

t.  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace,. 

And  made  his  glories  known; 
There  fruits  of  heav'nly  joy  and  peace 

Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3.  A  bleeding  Saviour  {ttn  by  faith,. 
A  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love, 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  thofe  above. 

4.  To  take  a  glimpfe  within  the  vail3 
To  know  that  God  is  mine; 

Are  fprings  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unfpeakably  divine. 

5.  Thefe  are  the  joys  that  fatfsfy, 
And  fa>ictify  the  mind; 

Which  make  the  fpirit  mount  on  highr 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 


6.  No 


(   3*    J 

6.  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 

But  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Refign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 

Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 

H    Y     M    N        XXIV. 
Queen  of  Sheba,. 

1.  T^ROM  Sheba  a  diftant  report 

Jl        Of  Solomon's  glory  arid  fame, 
Invited    the  Queen  to  his  court, 

But  all  was  outdone  when  Ihe  came> 
She  cry'd  with  a  pleafing  furprize, 

When  firft  me  before  him  appear'd, 
"  How  much,  what  I  fee  with  my  eyes, 

"  Surpaffes  the  rumor  I  heard/'" 

2.  When  once  to  Jerufalem  come, 

The  treafure  and  train  fhe  had  brought, 
The  wealth  fhe  polfeiTed  at  home, 

No  longer  had  place  in  her  thought : 
His  houfe,  his  attendants,  his  throne, 

All  ftruck  her  with  wonder  and  awe; 
The  glory  of  Solomon  fhone, 

In  every  object  fhe  law, 

3.  But.  Solomon  moft  fhe  adrmYd, 
Whofe  fpirit  conducted  the   whole ; 

His  wifdom,  which  God  had  infpir'd3 
His  bounty  and  greatnefs  of  foul ; 


Of 


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Df  all  the  hard  queftions  fhe  put, 

A  ready  folution  he  fhew'd ; 
Exceeded' her  wifh  and  her  fuit, 

And  more  than  fhe  afk'd  him  bellow 'd. 

|  Thus  I  when  the  gofpel  prochim'd 

The  Saviour's  great  name  in  my  ears> 
Hie  wifdom  for  which  he  is  fam'd, 

The  love  which  to  finners  he  bears ; 
[  long'd,  and  I  was  not  deny'd, 

That  I  in  his  prefence  might  bow ; 
[  faw,  and  transported  I  cry'd, 

"  A  greater  than  Solomon  Thou!" 

g.  My  conference  no  comfort  could  find* 

By  doubt  and   hard  queftions   oppos'd  ; 
But  he  reftor'd  peace  to  my  mind, 

And  anfwer'd  each  doubt  I  proposed  i 
Beholding  me  poor  and  diftrefs'd, 

Kis  bounty  fupply'd  all  my  wants ; 
My  pray'r  could  have  never  exprefs'd 

So  much  as  this  Solomon  grants, 

S.  I  heard,  and  was  flow  to  believe, 

But  now  with  my  eyes  I  behold, 
Much  more  than  my  heart  could   conceive-,. 

Or  language  could  ever  have  told : 
How  happy  thy  fervants  muft  be, 

Who  always  before  thee  appear t 
Vouchfafe,  Lord,  this  bleffing  to  me, 

I  find  it  is  good  to  be  here. 


H  Y  M  N 


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HYMN         XXV. 

The  pool  of  Btthefda. 

1.  T>  ESIDE  the  gofpel  pool 
X3     Appointed  for  the  poor  ; 

From  year  to  year,  my  helplefs  foul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2.  How  often  have  I  feen 
The  healing  waters  move  ! 

And  others,  round  me,  ftepping  in 
Their  efficacy  prove! 

3.  But  my  complaints  remain, 
I  feel  the  very  fame  : 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  firft  I  came, 

4.  O  would  the  Lord  appear 
My  malady  to  heal ! 

He  knows  how  long  IVe  languifh'd  here, 
And  what  diftrefs  I  feel. 

5.  How  often  have  I  thought 
Why  mould  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely  the  mercy  I  have  fought 
Is  not  for  fuch  as  I. 

6.  But  whether  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 


Where 


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Where  ftreams  of  fov'reign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  firmer  whole. 

7.  Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try; 

Can  Jefus  hear  a  (inner  pray, 
Yet  fuffer  him  to  die  ? 

8.  No  :  He  is  full  of  grace ; 
He  never  will  permit 

A  foul,  that  fain  would  fee  his  face, 
To  perifh  at  his  feet. 

H     Y    M    N        XXVI. 

l.  /^  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 

VJT  My  complaint  vouchfafe  to  hear  ; 
Sore  diftreft  with  guilt  am  I, 
Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

2.  Wealth  and  honour  I  difdain, 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain; 
They  can  never  fatisfy, 

Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die, 

3.  Lord  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  take  away  my  guilt  ; 
Mourning  at  thy  feet  I  lie ; 

Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

4.  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  finful,  vile  and  mean; 

But 


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But  to  thee  for  mercy  fly, 
Give  me   Chrift  or  elfe  I   die. 

5.  Thou  doft  freely  fave  the  loft; 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  truft : 

Unto  thee  I  lift  my  cry, 
Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

6.  O  my  God,  what  fliall  I   fay  ? 
Take,  oh  take  my  fins  away  ! 
Jefu's  blood  to  me  apply, 

Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

HYMN        XXVIL 

The  Difciples  at  fta, 

i.   /TOnftrain'd  by  their  Lord  to  embark, 

\^f     And  venture  without  him  to  fea; 
The  feafon  tempeftuous  and  dark, 

How  griev'd  the  difciples  muft  be  ! 
But  tho'  he  remain 'd  on  the  fhore, 

He  fpent  the  night  for  them  in  pray'r ; 
They  ftill  were  as  fafe  as  before, 

And  equally  under  his  care. 

2.  They  ftrove,  tho'  in  vain,   for  a  while, 
The  force  of  the  waves  to  withftand  ; 

But  when  they  were  weary 'd  with  toil, 
They  faw  their  dear  Saviour  at  hand  ; 

They  gladly  receiv'd  him  on  board, 
Jiis  prefence  their  fpirits  reviv'd ; 


The 


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The  fea  became  calm  at  his  word, 
And  foon  at  their  port  they  arriv'd. 

3.  Believers  now  like  them  are  toft 
By  ftorms,  on  a  perilous  deep ; 

But  cannot  be  poflibly  loft 

While  Jefus  has  charge  of  the  Chip  : 
Tho'  billows  and  winds  are  enrag'd, 

And  threaten  to  make  them  their  fport ; 
This  Pilot  hath  firmly  engag'd 

To  bring  them,  in  Cafety,  to  port. 

4.  If  fometimes  we  ftruggle  alone, 
And  he  is  withdrawn  from  our  view, 

It  makes  us  more  willing  to  own 

We  nothing,  without  him,   can  do : 

Then  Satan  our  hopes  would  afTail, 
But  Jefus  is  ftill  within  call ; 

And  when  our  poor  efforts  quite  fail, 
He  comes  in  good  time,  and  does  all. 

5.  Yet,  Lord,  we  are  ready  to  fhrink 
Unlefs  we  thy  prefence  perceive ; 

O  fave  us  (we  cry)  or  we  fink, 

We  would,  but  we  cannot  believe  : 

The  night  has  been  long  and  fevere, 
The  winds  and  the  feas  are  ftill  high ; 

Dear  Saviour,  this  moment  appear, 
And  fay  to  our  fouls, "  It  is  I!" 


HYMN 


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HYMN        XXVIII. 

The  foolijh  Virgins* 

i.  T  X  THEN  defcending  from  the  Iky 
V  V       The  Bridegroom  fhall  appear ; 
And  the  folemn  midnight  cry, 

Shall  call  profeflbrs  near; 
How  the  found  our  hearts  will  damp ! 

How  will  fhame  o'erfpread  each  face ! 
If  we  only  have  a  lamp, 

Without  the  oil  of  grace. 

2.  Foolifh  virgins  then  will  wake, 
And  feek  for  a  fupply ; 

But  in  vain  the  pains  they  take 

To  borrow  or  to  buy : 
Then  with  thofe  they  now  defpife, 

Earneftly  they'll  wifh  to  fhare  ; 
But  the  heft  among  the  wife, 

Will  have  no  oil  to  fpare. 

3.  Wife  are  they,   and  truly  bleft, 
Who  then  fhall  ready  be ! 

But  defpair  will  feize  the  reft, 

And  dreadful  inifery : 
"  Once,  they'll  cry,  we  fcorn'd  to  doubt, 

"  Tho'  in  lies  out  truft  we  put ; 
"  Now  our  lamp  of  hope  is  out, 

"  The  door  of  mercy  flint/' 


i>V 


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4-  If  they  then  prefume  to  plead, 

"  Lord,  open  to  us  now ; 
"  We   on  earth  have  heard  and  pray'd, 

"  And  with  thy  faints  did  bow  :" 
He  will  anfwer  from  his  throne, 

"  Tho'  you  with  my  people  mix'd, 
"  Yet  to  me  you  ne'er  were  known, 

"  Depart,  your  doom  is  fix'd." 

5.  O  that  none  who  worfhip  here 

May  hear  that  word,  Depart! 
Lord  imprefs  a  godly  fear 

On  each  profefTor's  heart : 
Help  us,  Lord,  to  fearch  the  camp, 

Let  us  not  ourfelves  beguile ; 
Trufting  to  a  dying  lamp 
I      Without  a  flock  of  oil. 

HYMN        XXIX. 

The  two  Debtors* 

1.   /^\NCE  a  woman  filerit  flood 
V>/      While  Jefus  fat  at  meat ; 
From  her  eyes  (he  pour'd  a  flood 

To  wafh  his  facred  feet : 
Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
All  at  osce  pofiefs'cf  her  mind, 
That  (he  ere  fo  vile  could  prove, 
Yet  now  forgivenefs  find. 

fi.  "  How  came  this  vile  womarj  here? 
"  Will  Jefus  notice  fuch  ? 

D  2  *<  Sure, 


C  40  ) 

u  Sure,  if  he  a  prophet  were, 

"  He  would  difdain  her  touch!" 

Simon  thus,  with  fcornful  heart, 
Slighted  one  whom  Jefus  lov'd; 

But  her  Saviour  took  her  part, 
And  thus  his  pride  reprov'd : 

3.  "  If  two  men  in  debt  were  bounds 
44  One  lefs,  the  other  more ; 

"  Fifty,  or  five  hundred  pound, 
"  And  both  alike  were  poor; 

"  Should  the  lender  both  forgive, 

44  When  he  faw  them  both  diflrefs'd ; 

*4  Which  of  them  would  you  believe 
44  Engag'd  to  love  him  beft  ? 

4.  "  Surely  he  who  moft  did  owe," 
The  Pharifee  reply'd ; 

Then  our  Lord,  "  By  judging  fo, 
"  Thou  doft  for  her  decide  : 

"  Simon,  if  like  her  you  knew 

44  How  much  you  forgivenefs  need ; 

44  You  like  her  had  afted  too, 
44  And  welcomed  me  indeed ! 

5.  "  When  the  load  of  fin  is  felt, 
44  And  much  forgivenefs  known ; 

44  Then  the  heart  of  courfe  will  melt, 
44  Tho5  hard  before  as  ftone  : 

"  Blame  not  then  her  love  and  tears, 
44  Greatly  fhe  in  debt  has  been; 

"  But  I  have  remov'd  her  fears, 
44  And  pardon'd  all  her  fin/' 


6.  When 


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6.  When  I  read  this  woman's  cafe, 

Her  love  and  humble  zeal ; 
I  confefs,  with  fhame  of  face, 

My  heart  is  made  of  ileel : 
Much  has  been  forgiv'n  to  me, 

Jefus  paid  my  heavy  fcore ; 
What  a  creature  muft  I  be, 

That  I  can  love  no  more ! 

HYMN        XXX. 

The  Believer's  Safety. 

t.  rTPHAT  man  no  guard  or  weapon  needs, 

JL       Whofe  heart  the  blood  of  Jefus  knows;. 
But  fafe  may  pafs,  if  duty  leads, 

Thro'  burning  fands  or  mountain-fnows. 

*.  Releas'd  from  guilt  he  feels  no  fear, 
Redemption  is  his  fhield  and  tow'r;. 

He  fees  his  Saviour  always  near 
To  help,  in  ev'ry  trying  hour. 

g.  Tho'  I  am  weak,  and  Satan  ftrong, 

And  often  to   affault  me  tries ; 
When  Jefus  is  my  fhield  and  fong, 

Aba(h'd  the  wolf  before  me  flies. 

4.  His  love  poffeflinc,  I  am  bleft, 
Secure  whatever  change  may  come; 

Whither  I  go  to  Eaft  or  Weft, 
With  him  I  ftill  (hall  be  at  home, 

D  3  5>  B 


{    4*    f 

§.  If  placed  beneath  the  northern  pofe;r 
Tho'  winter  reigns  with  vigor  there ; 

His  gracious  beams  would   cheer  my  {on}* 
And  make  a  fprirtg  throughout  the  yeaiv 

-6.  Or  if  the  defart's  fun-burnt  foil, 

My  lonely  dwelling  e'er  mould  prove,. 

His  prefence  would  fupport  my  toil, 
Whofe  fmile  is  life,  whofe  voice  is  love* 

,      H     Y     M     N         XXXI. 

On  one  Jlone  Jliall  be  /even  eyes. 

"ESUS  CHRIST,  the  Lard's  anointed 
Who  his  blood  for  fmners  fpih; 
Is  the  flone  by  God  appointed, 
And  the  church  is  on  him  built : 

He  delivers 
All  who  trull  him  from  their  guilts 

2.  Many  eyes  at  once  are  fixed 

On  a  pei fon  fo  divine  ; 
Love,  with  awful  juftice  mixed, 

In' his  great  redemption  ihine  : 
Mighty  Jefus ! 

Give  me  leave  to  call  thee  mine*. 

g.  By  the  Father's  eye  approved, 
Lo,  a  voice  is  heard  from  Heav'n,, 

"   Sinners,  this  is  my  Beloved, 
"  For  your  ranfom  freely  giv'n  : 

"  All  offences, 
"  For  his  fake  fhall  be  forgiv'n,"' 


An- 


(   43    )       V 

4.  Angels  w ith  their  eyes  pur fu'd  him, 
When  he  left  his  glorious  throne  ; 

SVitH  aftonifhment  they  view'd  him, 
Put  the  form  of  fervant  on  : 

Angels  worfhipp  a 
Him  who  was  on  earth  unknown. 


o 


Satan  an 4  h's  hod  amazed, 
Saw  this  (lone  in  Z«ion  laid; 
Jefus,  tho'  to  death  aba  fed, 

Bruis'd  the  fubtil  ferpent's  head; 

When  to  fa ve  us,     - 
On  the  crofs  his  blood  he  fhed. 

6.  When  a  guilty  fmner  fees  him, 
While  he  looks  his,  foul  is  heal'd'; 

Sooi  th's  fight  from  anguifh  frees  him1, 
And  imparts  a  pardon  feal'd  : 

May  this  Saviour 
Be  to  ail  our  hearts  reveal 'd  ! 

7.  With  defire  and  admiral  ion, 

his  blood  bought  flock  behold 
Him,   who  wrought  out  their  falvation7 
And  enclosed  them  in  his  fold  : 

Yet  their  warmeft 
Love  and  praiks  are  too  cold. 

8.  By  the  eye  of  carnal  reafon 

•  y  view  him  with  difdain; 
'  will  they  abide  the  feafan 
When  he'll  come  with  all  his  train? 

To  efcape  him 
Then  they'll  wiih,  but  wifh  in  vain. 

g.  How 


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9.  How  their  hearts  will  melt  and  tremble 

When  they  heir  his  awful  voice} 
Buf  his  faints  he'll  then  affemble, 

As  his  portion,   and  his  choice  :. 
And  receive  them 

To  his  everlafling  joys. 

HYMN        XXXII.. 

New  years  day* 

i.  VTOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

JL \l       And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  prefence  feel, 
And  foften  hearts  of  flone  !. 

2.  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne,, 
And  plead  a  Saviour's  name  ; 

For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own,. 
Is  vanity  and  fhame. 

3.  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  fiir-' 
May  mercy  fet  us  free  ; 

And  let  the  year  we  now  b^gin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

4.  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above,, 
That  faints  may  love  thee  more  ;. 

And  finners  now  may  learn  to  love 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

5.  And  when  before  thee  we  appeer 
In  our  eternal  home; 

May  growing  numbers  worfhip  here, 

And  praife  thee  in  our  room.  HYMN 


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HYMN        XXXIII. 

|.  T>  ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

Xj      The  gift  of  faving  grace; 
And  let  the  feed  of  facred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2.  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root ; 
But  faireft  in  the  youngeft  (hews, 

And  yields  the  fweeteft  fruit. 

g.  Ye  carelefs  ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  fov'reign  love  ! 
Your  youth  is  ftain'd  with  many  crimes, 

But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4.  True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  Hone 
Within  the  youngeft  breaft ; 

Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  reft. 

For  you  the  public  pray'r  is  made, 
Oh!  join  the  public  pray'r! 
For  you  the  fecret  tear  is  fhed, 
O  filed  yourfelves  a  tear ! 

5.  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  Spirit's  pow'r  to  teach  : 

you  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jefus  whom  we  preach. 

H  Y  M  N 


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H    Y    M    N        XXXIV. 

/'HEN   Paul  was  parted  from  his  friends 
/        It  was  a  weeping  day ; 
But  Jems  made  them  all  amends, 
"And  wip'd  their  tears  away. 

2.  Ere  long  they  met  again  with  joy, 
(Secure  no  more  to  part.) 

Where  poifes  ev'ry  tongue  employ, 
And  pleafure  fills  each  heart, 

3.  Thus  all  the  preachers  of  his  grace 
Their  children  foon  lhall  meet ; 

Together  fee  their  Saviour's  face, 
And  worfhip  at  his  feet. 

4.  But  they  who  heard  the  word  in  vain, 
Tho'  oft  and  plainly  warn'd  ; 

Will  tremble  when  they  meet  again 
The  minifters  they  fcorn'd. 

5.  On  your  own  heads  your  blood  will  fall, 
If  any  perifh  here  ; 

The  preachers,  who  have  told  you  all. 
Shall  Hand  approv'd,  and  clear. 

6.  Yet,  Lord,  to  fave  themfelves  alone, 
Is  not  their  utmoft  view ; 

Oh  !   hear  their  pray'r,  thy  meffage  own, 
And  fave  their  hearers  too. 

HYMN 


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H    Y    M    N       XXXV.       Paul's  voyage. 

l.    IF  Pan!  in  Caefar's  court  mud  ftand, 

X      He  need  not  fear  the  fca ; 
Secured  from  harm,  on  ev'ry  hand, 
By  tiie  divine  decree. 


2.  Altho'  the  {hip  wherein  he  fail'i 

By  dreadful  ftorms  was  tofs'd; 
The  promiie  over  all  prevail'd, 

And  not  a  life  Wois  loll. 


3.  Jefus!   the  God  whom  Paul  ador'd, 
Who  faves  in  time  of  need  ; 

Was  then  confefs'd  by  all  on  board, 
A  prefent  help  indeed ! 

4.  Tho'  neither  fun  nor  ftars  were  feen 
Paul  knew  the  Lord  was  near; 

And  faith  preferv'd  his  foul  ferene, 
When  others  fhook  with  fear, 

5.  Believers  thus  are  tofs'd  about 
On  life's  tempeftuous  main ; 

But  grace  affures  beyond  a  doubt 
They  mall  their  port  attain. 

6.  They  mud,  they  fhall  appear  one  day, 
Before  their  Saviour's  throne; 

The  ftorms  they  meet  with  by  the  way, 
But  make  his  power  known,. 

7.  Their 


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7.  Their  pafTage  '7'es  acrofs  the  brink 
Of  many  a  i.jreat'ning  wave; 

The  world  expe&s  to  fee  them  fink, 
But  Jefus  lives  to  fave. 

8.  Lord,  tho'  we  are  but  feeble  worms, 
Yet  fmce  thy*  word  is  paft  ; 

We'll  venture  thro'  a  thoufand  ftorms, 
To  iee  thy  face  at  laft. 

HYMN        XXXVL 

The  day  of  judgment. 

1.  TH\  AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 
JL/     Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  found, 

Louder  than  a  thoufand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vafl  creation  round ! 

How  the  fummons 
Will  the  finner's  heart  confound ! 

2.  See  the  judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Cloth'd  in  majefty  divine! 

You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  fhall  fay,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 

3.  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rife  to  life  from  earth  and  fea; 

AH  the  pov/rs  of  nature  ih  tken 
By  his  look,  prepare  to  tkc : 


Care- 


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Carelcfs  fmner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4.  Horrors  paft  imagination, 

Will  furprize  your  trembling  heart, 

When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"  Hence,  accurfed  wretch,  depart] 

"  Thou  with  Satan 
u  And  his  Angels,  have  thy  part!'1 

g.  Satan,  who  now  tries  to  pleafe  you, 
Left  you  timely  warning  take, 

When  that  word  is  paft,  will  feize  you, 
Plunge  you  in  the  burning  lake  : 

Think,  poor  finner, 
Thy  eternal  all's  at  ftake  J 

6.  But  to  thofe  who  have  confefled, 
Lov'd  and  ferv'd  the  Lord  below ; 

He  will  fay,  "  Come  near  ye  blefTed, 
"  See  the  kingdom  I  beftow : 

"  You  for  ever 
11  Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.55 

7.  Under  forrows  and  reproaches, 
May  this  thought  your  courage  raife ! 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  fhall  then  be  chang'd  to  praife : 

We  fhall  triumph 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 


HYMN 


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HYMN        XXXVII. 

The  Good  that  I  would  I  do  not* 

1.  Y  Wpuld  but  cannot  fing, 

X      Guilt  has  untun'd  my  voice  ; 
The  Serpent  fin's  envenom'd  fting 
Has  poifon'd  all  my  joys. 

2.  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 
And  would,  but  cannot  pray  ; 

For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
And  frights  my  foul  away. 

3.  I  would,  but  can't  repent 
Tho'  I  endeavour  oft ; 

This  ftony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
"Till  Jefus  makes  it  foft. 

4.  I  would,  but  canaot  love, 
Tho'  wood  by  love  Divine ; 

No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  foul  fo  bafe  as  mine. 

5.  I  would,  but  cannot  reft 
In  God's  moll  holy  will ; 

1  know  what  He  appoints  is  beft, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  ftilL 

6.  Oh  could  I  but  believe  ! 
Then  all  would  eafy  be  ; 

J  would,  but  cannot ;  Lord  relieve, 
My  help  mull  come  from  thee ! 


7.  But 


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7.  But  if  indeed  I  woud% 
Tho'  I  can  nothing  do  ; 

Yet  the  defire  is  fomething  good, 
For  which  my  praife  is  due. 

8.  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
Till  thine  appointed  hour 

I  was  as  deftitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  pow'r, 

9.  Wilt  thou  not  crown,   at  length, 
The  work  thou  haft  begun  ? 

And  with  a  will,  afford  me  ftrength 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run. 

HYMN        XXXVIIL 

t.  T '  VE  found  the  Pearl  of  greateft  price, 

JL      My  heart  doth  fing  for  joy  : 
And  fing  I  muft,  a  Chrift  I  have; 
O  what  a  Chrift  have  I  ? 

3.  Chrift  is  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life, 

The  Way  to  God  on  high, 
Life  to  the  dead,  the  Truth  of  Types, 

The  Truth  of  Prophefy. 

3.  Chrift  is  a  Prophet,  Prieft  and  King: 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
A  Prieft  that  ftands  'twixt  God  and  man, 

A  King  that  rules  with  might. 

E  2  4.  Chrift's 


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4*  Chrift 's  Manhood  is  a  Temple,  where 

The  Altar  God  doth  reft ; 
My  Chrift,  he  is  the  Sacrifice, 

My  Chrift  he  is  the  Prieft. 

$.  My  Chrift  he  is  the  Lord  of  Lords, 

He  is  the  King  of  Kings ; 
He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 

With  Healing  in  his  Wings. 

6.  My  Chrift,  he  is  the  Tree  of  life, 
Which  in  God's  garden  grows  ; 

Whofe  Fruit  does  feed,  whofe  Leaves  do  heal ; 
My  Chrift  is  Sharon's  Rofe. 

7.  Chrift  is  my  Meat,  Chrift  is  my  Drink, 
My  Phyfick  and  my  Health, 

My  Peace,  my  Strength,  my  Joy,  my  Crown, 
My  Glory  and  my  Wealth. 

8.  Chrift  is  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
My  Brother  and  my  Love ; 

My  Head,  my  Hope,  my  Counsellor, 
My  Advocate  above. 

9.  My  Chrift,  he  is  the  Heav'n  of  Heav'ns, 
My  Chrift  what  fhall  I  call  ? 

My  Chrift  is  Firft,  my  Chrift  is  laft, 
My  Chrift  is  All  in  All. 


HYMN 


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HYMN         XXXIX. 

l     T>  Right  burning  beams  of  gofpel  grace 

J3     Hafle  Lord,  for  to  difplay ; 
For  to  burn  up  in  all  thy  faints 
Their  Hubble,  wood,  and  hay. 

2.  Break  forth  O  Sun  of  Righteoufnefc 
Unto  the  perfeel  day  : 

Haftc  Holy  One  unto  thy  throne, 
Our  Jefus,  hafte  away  ! 

3.  But  O,  who  may  abide  the  day 
When  Zion's  King  fhall  reign  ? 

Who  may  abide,  when  he  the  pride 
Of  all  proud  flefh  fhall  ftain  ? 

4.  Tremble  ye  carelefs  ones,  that  are 
At  eafe  in  Zion,  and 

Wonder  and  flay,  becaufe  that  day 
Is  very  nigh  at  hand : 

5.  It  now  doth  dawn;  the  glorious  morn 
Begins  for  to  appear; 

What  elfe  do  mean  thefe  lowings,  and 
Thefe  bleatings  we  do  hear? 

6.  The  faints  do  fing  to  Chrift  their  King, 
Whilil  others  rage  in  pain, 

Becaufe  His  bright  and  dazzling  Light 
Shines  thro'  the  world  amain* 

E  3  7.  Re- 


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7-  Redeemed  ones,  fing  praifes,  for 

This  fire's  but  fettt  to  try, 
And  purge  your  drofs,  that  by  its  lofs- 

Chrifl  may  you  purify. 

H      Y      M      N  XL. 

1.  V    ORD,  thou  haft  planted  me  a  vine 
1  a     In  fertile  foil  and  air; 

Now  tend  and  water  me  as  thine, 
And  make  me  iiill  thy  care. 

2.  My  Chrift  I'm  wholly  thine,  direel 
My  goings,  for  I'm  dark  ; 

O  may  my  conftant  aims  he  right! 
Thine  honor  be  my  mark ! 

3.  Shall  Simon  bear  thy  crofs-  alone, 
And  other  faints  be  free  ? 

Each  faint  of  thine  fhall  find  his  own*.. 
And  there  is  one  for  me  : 

4.  Whene'er  it  falls  unto  my  lot, 
Let  it  not  frighten  me  ; 

Nor  drive  me  from  my  gracious  God,a 
But  bring  me  home  to  thee. 

5.  O  happy  Chriftians,  be  not  Icth 
To  have  a  coarfer  fare ; 

Saints  that  have  had  no  table-cloth 
Had  Chriit  at  dinner  there. 


6.  To- 


f   55    ) 

To  do  ok"  fuffer  I  am  pleas'd, 
So  long  as  Chriil  ftands  by ; 
jpport.  me  with  thy  conftant  aid- 
Left  all  thy  graces  die- 

7.  Thy  way  is  to  the  upright  ftrength.;: 

Lord,  make  it  fo  to  me, 
That  never  tiring  with  the  length, 

My  foul  may  reach  to  thee. 

H      Y      M      N  XLI 

Lamenting  the  Lojs  of  Firji.  Love.. 


o 


That  my  foul  were  now  as  fair 
As  it  hath  fometimes  been ! 


j&  Devoid  of  that  diftra&ing  care 
Without,  and  fear  within  \. 

2.  There  was  a  time  when  I  could  tread 
No  circle  but  of  love : 

That  joyous  morning  now  is  fled,. 
How  heavily  I  move! 

3.  Unhappy  f6ul,  that  thou  fhould'fl  force 
Thy  Saviour  to  de-art, 

When  he  was  plealtd  with  fo  coarfe 
A  lodging  in  thy  heart ! 

4.  How  fweetly  I  enjoy 'd  my  God  ! 
With  how  divine  a  frame ! 

I  thought,   on  ev'ry  plant  I  trod, 
I  read  my  Saviour's  name  ; 


(   56   ) 

j.  I  liv'd,  I  lov'd,  I  talk'd  with  thce5 

So  fweetly  we  agreed, 
And  thou  no  ftranger  waft  to  me 

Till  I  became  a  weed. 

6.  The  tempter  robb'd  me,  and  I  muft 
I  fear  be  ever  poor ; 

May  this  fuffice,  to  roll  in  dull 
Before  thy  temple  door  f 

7.  My  deareft  Lord,  my  heart  flames  not 
With  love,  that  facred  fire ; 

But  fmce  my  love  has  wore  that  blot 
Repentance  runs  the  high'r. 

8.  O  might  thofe  days  return  again, 
How  welcome  they  fhould  be ! 

Shall  my  petition  be  in  vain> 
Since  grace  is  ever  free  ? 

9.  Lord  of  my  foul,  return,  return, 
To  chafe  away  this  night ; 

Let  not  thine  anger  ever  burn ; 
God  once  was  my  delight. 

HYMN  XLII. 

1.  \  1Y  Lord,  my  God,  I  once  could  fing; 

1VX     But  now  I  fear  to  fay 
My  God ;  I  only  cry  my  King, 
Of  force  I  muft  obey. 

1.  I've 


(    57    ) 

fc.  I've  forfeited  that  blefled  Gueft, 

That  joy  that  fometimes  fhone 
Within  this  dark  unhallow'd  breafl ; 

O  whither  is  it  gone  ? 

3.  In  infinite  companion  Lord, 
To  my  complaint  give  ear ; 

Whole  troops  of  forrows  bear  me  down ; 

0  when  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4.  Remember,  Lord,  wThat  I  am  ftil'd, 
Tho'  under  darknefs  great ; 

Tho'  under  darknefs,  ftill  thy  child, 
My  heart  is  ftill  thy  feat. 

5.  My  King,  thou  doft  poffefs  that  throne, 
Thou  doft  that  fceptre  fway ; 

'Tis  thine,  ftill,  Lord,  'tis  thine  alone, 

1  hate  the  fmner's  way  : 

6.  Lord,  when  thou  feeft  me  come  ib  pray. 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear 

To  aniwer;   if  my  Lord  delay, 
One  darkfome  day's  a  year. 

7.  To  fhine  upon  a  foul  fo  vile, 
Would  magnify  thy  grace  ; 

I  long  for  nothing  but  a  fmile 
From  my  dear  Saviour's  face. 
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8.  I  will  no  more  my  Lord  provoke, 
Or  caufe  thee  to  withdraw, 

Thy 


f  58  ) 

Thy  former  frowns  have  made  me  wife. 
To  fear,  and  ftand  in  awe. 

9.  My  reliefs  foul  will  ne'er  give  o'er, 

Until  thy  bowels  move ; 
I'll  not  be  driven  from  thy  door 

Till  thou  (halt  fay,  "  I  love." 

HYMN  XLIII. 

1.  A    LAS,  my  God,  that  thou  fhould  be 
-Z~jL     To  me  fo  much  unknown  ! 

I  long  to  walk  and  talk  with  Thee, 
And  dwell  before  thy  throne. 

2.  Thou  know'ft,  my  foul  does  dearly  love 
The  place  of  thine  abode ; 

No  mufic  gives  fo  fweet  a  found, 
As  thefe  two  words,  My  God. 

3.  I  long  not  for  the  fruit  that  grows 
Within  thefe  gardens  here ; 

I  find  no  fweetnefs  in  their  rofe 
When  Jefus  is  not  near. 

4.  Thy  gracious  Prefence,  O  my  Chrift, 
Can  make  a  Paradife  ; 

Ah,  what  are  all  the  goodly  pearls, 
Unto  this  Pearl  of  price  ? 

5.  Give  me  that  fweet  communion,  Lord, 
Thy  people  have  with  thee ; 

Thy 


(    59   )  >. 

Thy  Spirit  daily  talks  with  them, 
O  let  it  talk  with  me. 

6.  Like  Enoch  let  me  walk  with  God, 
And  thus  wa?k  out  my  day, 

Attended  with  the  heav'nly  guards, 
Upon  the  King's  high  way. 

7.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  ? 

0  come,  my  Lord,  moft  dear ; 

J  Come  near,  come  nearer,  nearer  ftill ; 
I'm  well  when  thou  art  near. 

S.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord? 

1  languifh  for  thy  fight ; 

Ten  thoufand  Suns,  if  thou  artftrange, 
Are  (hades  inftead  of  light. 

;  5.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  ? 
For  till  thou  doit  appear, 
I  count  each  moment  for  a  day, 
Each  minute  for  a  year. 

j  10.  Come,  Lord,  and  never  from  me  go, 
This  world's  a  darkfome  place ; 

i  I  find  no  pleafure  here  below, 
When  thou  doft  veil  thy  face. 

11.  There's  no  fuch  thing  as  pleafure  here, 

My  Jefus  is  my  all  ; 
As  thou  doit  mine,  or  difappear, 

My  pleafures  rife  and  fall. 

*2,  Come 


I 


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19.  Come  fpread  thy  Savour  on  my  frame, 

No  fweetnefs  is  fo  fweet; 
Till  I  get  up  to  fmg  thy  name, 

Where  all  thy  fingers  meet. 

-H     Y      M     N  XLIV. 


.9, 


Was  I  firfl  born  from  beneath ; 
And  then  born  from  above ! 
Am  I  a  'child  of  man  and  God  ? 
O  rich  and  endlefs  love! 


2.  Earth  is  my  mother,  earth  my  nurfe, 
And  earth  mull  be  my  tomb  :  m 

Yet  God,  the  God  of  Heav'n  and  Earth, 
My  Father  is  become. 

3.  Hell  enter'd  me,  and  into  hell 
I  quickly  fhould  have  run  ; 

But  O  !   kind  Heav'n  laid  hold  on  me ; 
Heav'n  is  in  ;r*e  begun. 

4.  T*his  fpark  will  rife  into  a  flame, 
This  feed  into  a  tree ; 

My  fongs  (hall  rife,  my  praifes  (hall 
Loud  Hallelujah's  be. 

HYMN  XLV. 

1.  T  That  am  drawn  out  of  the  depth, 

JL     Will  fing  upon  the  fhore  ; 
I  that  in  hell's  dark  fuburbs  lay, 

Pure  mercy  will  adore.  2,  The 


(    6i    ) 

2.  The  tenors  of  the  living  God 
My  foul  did  fo  affright ; 

I  fear'd  left  I  mould  be  condemn'd 
To  an  eternal  night. 

3.  Kind  was  the  pity  of  my  friends, 
But  could  not  eafe  my  fmart; 

Their  words  indeed  did  reach  my  cafe, 
But  could  not  reach  my  heart. 

4.  Ah,  what  was  then  this  world  to  ine, 
To  whom  God's  word  was  dark  ? 

Who  in  my  dungeon  could  not  fee 
One  beam  or  mining  fpark  ! 

5.  What  then  were  all  the  creatures  fmiles, 
When  the  Creator  frown'd  ? 

My  days  were  nights,  my  life  was  death, 
My  being  was  my  wound. 

6.  Tortur'd  and  rack'd,  with  hellifh  fears. 
Left  God  the  blow  fliould  give  ; 

Mine  eyes  did  fail,  my  heart  did  fink 
Then  mercy  bid  me  live. 

HYMN  XLVI. 


1.    T     ORD  of  my  life,  length  of  my  days. 

jLu     Thy  hand  hath  refcu'd  me  ; 
Who  lying  at  the  gates  of  death 
Among  the  dead  was  free. 

F  2.  My 


{      62      ) 

2.  My  deareft  friends  I  had  refign'd 
Unto  their  Maker's  care  ; 

Methought  I  only  time  had  left 
For  a  concluding  prsy'r. 

3.  Methought  death  laid  his  hand  op  me^ 
And  did  his  pris'ner  bind  ; 

And  by  the  found,  methought  I  heard 
His  Matter's  feet  behind. 

4.  Methought  I  flood  upon  the  fhore, 
And  nothing  could  I  fee, 

But  the  vaft  Ocean  with  my  eyes, 
A  vaft  Eternity. 

5.  Methought  I  heard  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  the  Bridegroom  comes: 

Methought  he  call'd  me  to  his  bar, 
Where  fouls  receive  their  dooms. 

6.  The  world  was  at  an  end  to  me, 
As  if  it  all  did  burn  ; 

But  lo  !   there  came  a  voice  of  pow'r, 
Which  order 'd  my  return. 

7.  Lord,  I  returned  at  thy  command. 
What  wilt  thou  have  me  do  ? 

O  let  me  wholly  live  to  thee, 
To  whom  my  life  I  owe. 


,  Fain  would  I  dedicate  to  thee 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Lord, 


(    63    ) 

Lord,  with  my  life  renew  my  heart, 
That  both  thy  name  may  praife. 

HYMN  XLVII. 

Chrijl  the  Beloved  dejeribed, 

i.   TT^AIR   Salem's  daughters  afk  to  know 

Jl        Why  I  fhould  love  my  Jefus  f o ; 
What  are  his  charms,  fay  they,  above 
The  objecls  of  another  s  love? 

2.  Yes,  my  Beloved,  to  my  fight 
Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white ; 

All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  fhine. 

3.  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me ; 

The  Faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs ; 
A  Sun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars. 

4.  His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 

And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 

Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns, 

5.  Compaffions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound : 

His  facred  fide  no  more  (hall  bear 

The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear. 

F  2  6.  Hi& 


(  8 


J} 


6.  His  haads  are  fairer  to  beKolcr" 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold; 

Thofe  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nailH,  zjid  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 


/ 


Tho'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  Hand. 


8.  His  eyes  are  majefty  and  1  jvc% 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove; 

No  more  ihall  trickling  forrows  roll, 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul. 

9.  His  mouth  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints- 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  faintinr  faints  :~ 

His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10.  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Mi! ft  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 

His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sine  ev'ry  one  would  love  him  too* 

H      Y      M     N        XLVIIL 


/\  7  H  I LE  thus  my  cleared  Love  I  prais'd. 
As  I  could  do  no  fefs, 


They  heard,   they  look'd,  they  flood  amaz'd 
At  my  great  fcrappineft. 


And 


(  %  ) 

2.  And  when  I  ceas'cl,  they  thus  reply 'd, 
"  O  faireft,  we  muft  needs 

"  Congratulate  thy  blefl  eftate, 
"  Which  ours  fo  far  exceeds. 

3.  "  O  that  we  were  in  fuch  a  cafe 
"  As  we  perceive  thou  art ! 

u  O  that  our  fouls  might  find  a  place 
"  In  thy  Beloved's  heart ! 

4.  "  Whither  is  thy  Beloved  gone  ? 
11   Prav  let  us  go  with  thee, 

"  To  feek  thy  well  beloved  one, 

"   Whofe  face  we  fain  would  fee/3 

5.  If  you  my  deareft  Lord  would  fee, 
Then  go  into  his  court ; 

Look  where  his  faints  aifembled  be5 
Thither  you  muft  refort. 


6.  For  they  his  pleafure  gardens  are. 
Where  he  delights  to  be  ; 

They  are  his  comfort  and  his  care, 
There  you  my  Lord  may  fee. 

7.  Some  fouls  he  breeds,  and  fome  he  feeds; 
Others  he  doth  remove 

Hence  from  his  lower  gardens,  to 
His  paradife  above. 

8.  I  am  my  well  Beloved's  own, 
My  well  Beloved's  mine  : 

F  3  Te 


(    66    } 

To  me  his  love  a  feaft  doth  prove 
Beyond  the  richeft  wine. 

H      V*     M      N        XLIX. 

••1.      A    RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  afife, 

ill      And  enter  to  thy  reft ; 
Lo  thy  church  waits  with  "longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

2.  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 

All  that  the  Ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  flich  grace  afford. 

3.  Here  mighty  Gcd,  accept  our  vows* 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread, 

Blefs  theprovifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4.  Here  let  the  Son- of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  anointed  mine  ; 

Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

5.  Here  let  him  hold  a  1  ailing  throne? 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Frefh  honours  mall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 


HYMN 


(    6/    ) 
HYMN  L. 

I.     TESUS,  the  only  thought  of  thee, 
J      With  fweetnefs  fills  my  breaft  ; 
But  Tweeter  far  it  is  to  fee, 
And  on  thy  beauty  feaft. 

-2.  No  found,  no  harmony  fo  gay, 

Can  art  of  mufic  frame; 
No  thoughts  can  reach,  no  words  can  fay" 

The  fweets  of  thy  bleft  name. 

3.  Jefus,  our  hope,  when  we  repent. 
Sweet  fource  of  all  our  grace ; 

Sole  comfort  in  cur  baniihment, 
O  !  what  when  face  to  face  ! 

4.  Jefus  !   that  name  infpires  my  mind- 
With  fprings  of  life  and  light; 

More  than  I   afk  in  thee  I  find, 
And  lavifh   in  delight, 

|5|  No  ar%  or  eloquence  of  man, 

Can  tell  the  joys  of  lovf  ; 
Qnlv  the  faints  can  understand 

What  the\   in  Jefus  prove.  * 

6.  Thee  then  I'll  feek  retir'd  apart, 

From  world  and  bufinefs  free; 
Wken  thefe  (hall   knock,  I'll  ixmt  my  heart, 

And  keep  it  all  tor  thee. 


(    69    ) 

-y.  Before  the  -morning  light  Til  come, 

With  Magdalene,  to  find, 
In  fi'ghs  and  tears,  my  Jefu's  tomb, 

And  there  refrefh  my  mind. 

8.  My  tears  upon  his  grave  fhall  flow, 
My  fighs  the  garden  fill ; 

The  a  at  his  feet  myfelf  I'll  throw, 
And  there  I'll  feck  his  will. 

9.  Jefus,  in  thy  blefs'd  fteps  I'll  tread; 
And  walk  in  all  thy  ways ; 

I'll  never  ceafe  to  weep  and  plead, 
Till  I'm  reftor'd  to  grace. 

10.  O  King  of  Love,  thy  blefTed  fire 
Does  fu'ch  fweet  flames  excite ; 

That  firfr  it  raifes  our  defire 
Then  fills  us  with  delight. 

11.  Thy  lovely  prefence  mines  fo  clear 
Thro'  every  fenfe  and  way, 

That  fouls  which  once  have  feen  thee  nearv 
See  all  things  elfe  decay. 

12.  Come  then,  dear  Lord,  po  fiefs  my  heart* 
Chafe  thence  the  fhades  of  night; 

Come  pierce  it  with  thy  flaming  dart, 
And  ever-Aiining  light. 

13.  Then  I'll  for  ever  Jefus  fing, 
And  with  the  faints  rejoice ; 

And  both  my  heart  and  tongue  fhall  bnng* 
Their  tribute  to  my  deareft  King, 
In  never-ending  joys.     Amen. 

HYMN 


t  %  ) 

H      Y      M      N  LI. 

i.  r  J  ^WO  arc  better  far  than  pn£ 

1        For '  counfel  or  for  fight; 
How  can  one  be  w^n^  alone  ? 

Or  ferve  his  God  arig'it  ? 
Join  we  then  our  hearts  and  hanc?s : 

Each  to  love  provoke  his  iriend; 
Run  the  way  of  his  commands, 

And  keep  it  to  the  end. 

Wee  to  him  whofe  fpirits  droop  I 

To  him  who  falls  alone  ! 
He  has  none  to  lift  him  up, 

To  help  his  weaknefs  on  : 
happier  we  each  other  keep  ; 

We  each  others  burdens  bear; 
\Tever  need  our  footfteps  flip, 

Uphold  by  mutual  pray'r. 

;.  Who  of  tw-iin  has  made  us  one> 

Maintains  our  unity  ; 
efus  is  the  corner  ftone, 

In  whom  we  all  agree  : 
Servants  of  one  common  Lord, 

Sweetly  of  orre  heart  and  mind, 
,Vi.o  can  break  a  threefold  cord 

Or  part  whom  God  bath  join 'df 

.  Oh  that  all  with  us  might  prove- 

The  feiiowfhip  cf  faints ! 
find  fupplv'd  in  Jefu's  I  eve 

Wiuu  evry  member  wants! 


Grafp 


('70    ) 

Grafp  we  our  high  fallings  prize ! 

Feel  our  fins  on  earth  forgiv'n ! 
Rife,  in  his  whole  image  rife, 

And  meet  our  head  in  heav'n  ! 

HYMN  LII, 

i.   "|     ORD;  I  believe  a  reft  remains 

X-J     To  all  thy  people  known, 
A  reft  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 

2.  A  reft  where  all  our  fouls  defire 
Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear  and  fin,  and  grief  expire, 
Call  out  by  perfect  love. 

3.  Oh  that  I  now  the  reft  might  kno'i  j 
Believe,  and  enter  in! 

Now  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  bellow, 
And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin! 

4.  Remove  this  hardnefs  from  my  hear? 
This  unbelief  remove: 

To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
The  fabbath  of  thy  love. 

£.   I  would  be  thine;   thou  know'ft  I  wouh.. 

And  have  thee  all  my  own : 
Thee,  Oh!   mv  al)-ruffi:ien.t  good4 

I  want,  and  thee  alone, 

6,  Thjr 


3 


6    Thy  r«ame  +.o  me,   thy  na  at  J 

This,  only  this,  be  giv'n: 

♦15  befiJe  my  God  I  want, 
Notuing  in  earth  oj  hea\  11. 

7.  Come,  Oh  my   Saviour,  come  away,, 
I  ito  mv  foul  defcend  ! 

No  longer  from  thy  creature  ftay, 
My  author  and  my  eua! 

8.  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gkoit, 
And  feal  me  thine  a  ode! 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loll. 
Let  all  be  loft  in  God. 

H       Y      M      N  LIII. 

MESSIAH,  fall  of  grace 
Redeem'n  by  fhee  we  pie; 
he  promt  fe  made  to  Ahra'ms  tjllc 
To  fouls  for  ages  dead. 

Their  bones  as  quite  dry'd  up 
Throughout  ihe  vale  appear; 
'lit  off  and  loft  their  laft  faint  hope 
To  fee  thy  kingdom  here. 

Open  their  graves,  and  bring 
The  outcafts  forth  to  own 
hou  art  their  Lord,  their  God  and  King, 
Their  true  anointed  one* 


i>  T* 


i  7*  ) 

4.  To  fave  the  race  forlorn 

Thy  glorious  arm  difplay  : 
And  (hew  the  world  a  nation  horn,, 

A  nation  in  a  day  ! 

II      Y      M      N  LIV- 

3.   T^ATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear, 
X       Our  earneft  fuit  for  Abra'ms  feed  4 
Juflly  they  claim  the  foftefl  pray'r 

From  us,  adopted  in  their  flead  : 
Who  mercy  through  their  fall  obtain, 
And  Chrifl  by  their  rejection  gain. 

2.  Outcafts  from  thee  and  fcatter'd  wide 
Through  ev'ry  nation  under  beav'n 

Blafpheining  whom  they  crucify 'J, 

Unfav'd,  unpity'd,   unforgiv'n. 
Branded  like  Cain,  they  bear  their  load, 
Abhorr'd  of  men,  and  curs'd  of  God. 

3.  But  hall  thou  finally  fprfoolc,    * 
Forever  caft  thy  own  away  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  bid  the  murd'rers  look 

On  him  they  piere'd,  and  weep  and  pray? 
Yes  grac:ous  Lord,    thy  word  is  pail : 
All  Ifrael  lhall  be  fav'd  at  laft. 

4.  Come  then,  thou  great  deiiv'rer  come! 
The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove ! 

Receive  thy  ancient  people  home  ; 
That  (juicken'd  by  thy  dying  love. 

The 


(    73    ) 

The  world  may  their  reception  find, 
Life  from  the  dead  for  all  mankind* 

HYMN         LV. 

i.   TJOLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 

XjL  Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be ! 

2.  Jefu,  fee  my  panting  breail : 
See  I  pant  in  thee  to  reft ! 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  : 
Cleanie  mc  now  from  ev'ry  fin. 

3.  Fix,  Oh!  fix  my  wav'ring  mind ; 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind ; 
Earthly  paffions  far  removes 

'  Swallow  up  our  fouls  in  love. 

4.  Duft  and  aflies  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God : 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood! 

5.  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th'  atonement  now  receives : 

He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

6.  See  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
Rifing  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb ; 
Marks  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day ! 

G  7.  Jeftt, 


(    74    ) 

7.  Jefu,  when  this  light  we  fe«, 
All  our  foul's  athirft  for  thee : 
When  thy  qukk'ning  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  heart  diffolves  in  love. 

8.  Boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unfpeakable  are  thine  ? 

Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n 
Sons  of  earth,  and  holts  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  LVL 

i.  T    ET  Chrift  the  glorious  lover 

JL-i     Have  everlafting  praife ; 
He  cometh  to  difcover 

The  riches  of  his  grace  : 
He  courts  the  wretched  finner, 

To  be  his  loving  bride ; 
Refolving  for  to  win  her, 

And  will  not  be  deny'd. 

2.  When  firfthe  calls  upon  her, 
Herfelf  for  to  deny, 

To  caft  away  her  honour, 

And  lay  her  pleafures  by, 
To  part  with  ev'ry  notion 

That  puft  her  up  with  pride. 
And  take  him  for  her  portion, 

And  be  his  loving  bride ; 

3.  The  offers  he  makes  to  her 
Are  what  (he  can't  endure, 


She 


(   75   ) 

.She  thinks  it  will  undo  her 

To  part  with  all  her  (lore  ; 
She  readily  refufes 

To  yield  unto  his  will; 
And  in  her  heart  flie  chufe* 

Her  former  lovers  (till. 

4.  But  when  flie  is  enlighten'd, 

Her  conscience  being  ftirr'd, 
Her  guilty  foul  is  frighten 'd, 

By  his  convincing  word ; 
Then  to  efcape  his  fury 

She  now  will  take  fome  pains. 
And  to  obtain  that  glory 

Which  ev'ry  conqu'ror  gains 

^:  She'll  leave  her  ways  of  finning, 

And  read,  and  hear,  and  pray, 
And  think  fhe  is  beginning 

To  walk  the  narrow  way ; 
She  does  not  yet  difcov6r 

The  filth  of  her  infide, 
But  thinks  the  Lord  will  love  her, 

And  fhe  fhall  be  his  bride. 

6.  But  he  difplays  his  power, 

And  fhows  the  flaming  fword, 
With  threat'nings  to  devour, 

He  makes  her  hear  his  word  ; 
She  reads  and  feeks  falvation, 

But  confeience  doth  engage 
To  (hew  her  condemnation, 

Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 

G  2  7.  Her 


(    7«    ) 

j.  Her  heart  flie  doth  difcover; 

And  cannot  now  expeft 
That  Jefus  Chrift  will  love  her, 

Whom  once  fhe  did  rejefl. 
He  firips  her  of  her  beauties, 

Of  which  before  fhe  brags, 
And  (hews  her  works  and  dutiet 

Are  but  like  filthy  rags. 

2.  And  now  fhe  is  bewailing 

Her  fad  benighted  Hate ; 
And  ev'ry  little  failing 

Appears  exceeding  great ; 
Her  fins  like  to  a  mountain 

Before  her  do  a  rife, 
And  hide  the  cleanfing  fountain 

From  her  beclouded  eyes. 

9.  Dark  doleful  apprehenfions 
Now  fill  her  heart  within, 

And  all  her  beft  inventions  *> 

Can't  clean fe  her  foul  from  fi#. 

Her  groans  and  bitter  crying, 
Might  be  compar'd  to  one 

Juft  at  the  point  of  dying; 

She  cries,  "Undone!  undone!'5 

10.  Her  thoughts  are  in  confufion, 
And  ev'ry  hope  of  life 

Appears  to  her  delufion ; 
,  Thus  fhe  is  fill'dwith  ftrife. 
For  fince  Chrift  has  convinc'd  her, 
She  thinks  fhe  knows  full  well 

Tha 


(    77    ) 

That  all  things  are  againft  her, 
In  heaven,  earth,  and  hell. 

11.  She  oftentimes  is  fearing 
Her  race  is  ran  too  far, 

And  not  one  ftar  appearing 

By  night  to  comfort  her. 
Both  Prieft  and  Levite  by  her 

Do  pafs,  which  works  her  grief; 
There's  nothing  yet  comes  nigh  her, 

To  give  her  foul  relief. 

12.  But  Jefus  has  compaflion 
Still  moving  in  his  heart, 

Intends  to  give  falvation, 

And  eafe  her  of  her  fmart ; 
One  glimpfe  of  loving  power 

Makes  her  forget  her  pain  ; 
She  cries,  "  O  happy  hour ! 

Is  Jefus  come  again  ? 

13.  Will  he  whom  I  reje£led 
Come  down  to  me  fo  low  ? 

Good  news,  but  unexpe&ed ! 

This  hardly  can  be  fo. 
But  now  fhe  cries  more  fervent, 

"  Lord  don't  thy  mercy  hide ; 
"  Mayn't  one  become  thy  fervant. 

Unfit  to  be  a  bride?"    ' 

14.  But  now  her  fears  arc  double. 
I     JLeft  he  depart  again, 

G  3  And 

1 


{    7*    5 

And  leave  her  ftill  in  trouble, 

For  ever  to  remain. 
She  cries,    "  O  glorious  Saviour! 

(And  fpeaks  with  all  her  heart} 
M  Let  not  my  bafe  behaviour 

"  Provoke  thee  to  depart/* 

15.  The  day  of  her  efpoufals 
To  Jefus  now  draws  near  ; 

His  terms  and  fweet  propofala 
Her  foul  doth  long  to  hear : 

Now  the  Almighty  lover 
No  longer  doth  forbear, 

But  comes  for  to  difcover 
His  glorious  beauty  fair. 

16.  And  at  the  time  appointed^ 
Kind  Jefus  (hews  his  face  ; 

His  countenance  is  pleafing, 
Adorn'd  with  richeft  grace  : 

With  fmiles,  and  fweet  companion; 
And  blood  to  warn  her  white  : 

He  comes  with  free  ialvation  ; 
'Tis  a  reviving  fight. 

17.  Let  faints  and  holy  angels- 
Attend  with  liiUning  ear. 

Unto  the  happy  marriage 

Which  we  ere  long  ihall  hear* 

Betwixt  the  Princeof  heaven 
And  finful  heir  of  hell, 

A  match  that's  more  uneven 
Than  tongues  or  pens  can  tell. 


*8.  Th« 


(    79    ) 

The  guefts  that  are  invited, 

Are  cloath'd  in  bright  array, 
tceedingly  delighted, 

Upon  this  wedding  day  : 
7ith  joy  in  all  their  faces, 

And  harps  to  praife  their  King, 
"leir  fhouts  and  hallelujahs 

In  heav'n  and  earth  do  ring. 

19.  The  terms  are  now  propofed, 
And  Jefus  takes  his  bride  ; 

He  gives  himfelf  unto  her, 
And  jM  things  elfe  befide; 

And  (he  without  repining, 
Confents  unto  his  terms, 

Moft  joyfully  refigning 
Herfelf  into  his  arms. 

20.  Her  hufband  is  her  Maker, 
Who  doth  her  foul  embrace ; 

And  makes  her  a'partaker 
Of  ev'ry  needful  grace. 

The  world  which  fo  bewitches 
All  Adam's  race  befide, 

Can't  imitate  the  riches 

Which  Jefus  gives  his  bride. 

fil.  Her  foul  with  admiration 
Can  think  what  Jefus  bore. 

To  purchafe  her  faivation, 
And  make  the  blefling  fure  : 

She  hears  how  he  was  wounded, 
And  facrifie'd  for  fin, 


Left 


(    8°    ) 

Left  fhe  mould  be  confounded 
For  evermore  therein, 

«2.  All  fin,  and  earthly  trcafure, 

All  Satan's  fnares  and  lies, 
And  belt  of  carnal  pleafure 

Are  loathfome  in  her  eyes : 
Her  longing  foul  defires, 

With  fpeed  to  be  remov'd 
To  join  the  heav'nly  choirs 

And  fee  her  beft  Belov'd. 

HYMN  LVn. 

Submijion  to  Ajfliclivt  Providences. 

i.  'VTA K ED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

JL\I      And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  cur  dull. 

s.  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 

g.  5Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives,  and  (bleffed  be  his  Name!) 

He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4.  Peace, 


(    «*-) 

4.  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions  then ! 
Let  each  rebellious  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  Sov'reign  Will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5.  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praifes  fhall  be  fpread, 

And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN  LVIIL      . 

Triumph  over  Death. 

1.  /^  REAT  God,  Iownthyfentcnccjuftj 

\JX     And  nature  muft  decay; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

is.  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  graves, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3.  The  mighty  conqu'ror  fhall  appear 
High  on  a  Royal  feat, 

And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  fees, 
Lie  vanquiih'd  at  his  feet. 

4.  Tho*  greedy  worms  devour  my  (kin, 
And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 

When 


(   8*    5 

When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again* 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh : 

$.  Then  fhall  I  fee  thy  lovely  fa«e 
With  flrong  immortal  eyes, 

And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprize. 

HYMN         LIX. 

The  Bkjftdnefs  of  GofptLTimts* 

i.  TTOW  beauteous  are  their  Feet 

JlIL     Who  Hand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

fi.  How  charming  is  their  voice! 

How  fweet  the  tidings  are ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3.  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Wiiich  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4.  How  blefled  are  our  eyes 
That  fee  this  heav'nly  Light; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight ! 


5.  The 


(    §3  j) 

The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

ifalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
"hro*  all  the  earth  abroad : 
et  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God, 

HYMN        LX. 

A  Vijion  of  the  Kingdom  oJChriJi  among  Me?$> 

I.   T    O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 

1  j     To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies : 

a.  From  the  third  Heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerufalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  fhining  grace, 

» 
3.  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  Seat 

"  Of  your  defcending  King ! 


4.  "  The  God  of  Glory  clown  to  men 
"  Removes  his  blels'd  abode; 


^  Men; 


(   «4    ) 

"  Men,  the  dear  objefts  of  his  Grace, 
"  And  He  the  loving  God. 

,5.  "  His  own  foft  Hand  fliall  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  ey'ry  weeping  eye; 
"  And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 

"  And  death  itfelfihail  die." 

6.  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwiftly  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  LXL 

AJfurances  of  Heaven :  or,  a  Saint  prepard to  die] 

[1.  TP\E  ATH  may  diffolve  my  body  now, 

jL_J     And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 


*•  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
FinihYd  my  courfe  and  kept  the  faith, 

And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3.  God  has  laid  up  in  Heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 

The  Righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 


i 


4.  Nor 


. 


t  85  ) 


Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreei 
This  Prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  Appearance  of  his  Son. 

5.  Jefus,  the  Lord,  fliall  guard  me  fate 
From  ev'ry  ill  DefiVn  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  Kingdom  take 
This  feeble  Soul  of  mine. 

G.  God  is  my  everlafling  Aid, 
And  Hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  Him  be  higheft  Glory  paid, 
And  endlefs  Praife.  Amen. 

HYMN        LXII. 

God's  tender  Care  ef  his   Church. 

1   1VT  O  W  ihall  my  inward  Joys  arife, 
1  l       And  burft  into  a  Song  ; 
Almighty  Love  infpires  my  Heart, 
And  Pleafure  tunes  my  Tongue. 

±  God  on  his  thirfly  Sion-Hill 

Some  Mercy-Drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  Oaths  have  bound  his  Love 
To  fhow'r  Salvation  down. 

5  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  Fears, 
Sufpicions  and  Complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  fhall  his  Grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  Saints  ? 

4  Cau 

H  / 


(     86    ) 

4  Can  a  kind  Woman  e'er  forget 
The  Infant  of  her  Womb  ; 
And'  mongft  a  thoufand  tender  Thoughts 
Her  Suckling  have  no  room  ? 

g  "Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  mould  Nature  change  I 
"  And  Mothers  Monfters  prove, 
"  Sion  flill  dwells  upon  the  Heart  ' 

"  Of  everlaftine  Love. 


6   "  Deep  on  the  Palms  of  both  my  Hands. 
"  I  have  engrav'd  her  Name  ; 
"  My  Hands  mall  raife  her  ruin'd  Wails, 
"  And  build  her  broken  Frame.  " 

H      Y      M     N        LXIII. 

Christ  Jfsus  the  Lamb  of  GoT>iworJhippc$ 
by  all  the  Creation. 

O  M  E  let  us  join  our  chearful  Songs 
With  Angels  round  the  Throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  Tongues, 
But  all  their  Joys  are  one. 

a  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 
**  To  be  exalted  thus :'; 
*<  Worthy  the  Lamb/'  our  Lips  reply, 
For  he  was  (lain  for  us. 

%   Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

jionour  and  Pow'r  Divine  ; 

And 


(  *7  ) 

Bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever   thine. 

Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  Sky, 

And  Air,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 

ire  to  lift  thy  Glories  high, 

And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  Praife: 

The  whole  Creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  fa  ere d  Name 
Of  Him  that  fits  upon  the  Throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


H     Y     M     N        LXIV. 

Christ'*  Humiliation  and  Exaltation* 

i  T/f  711  A  T  equal  Honours  fhall  we  bring 
V  V  TotheeOLoRDour  God,  theLamb, 
When  all  the  Notes  that  Angels  fing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  Name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  (lain, 
The  Prince  of  Peace  that  gron'd  and  dyrd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 

I    At  his  Almighty  Father's  Side. 

tj  Pow'r  and  Dominion  are  his  Due, 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  B« 

rdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 
Tho'  he  wa$  charg'd  with   Madneis  here, 

4    AU 


(    5$    } 

All  Riches  are  his  native  Right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  Lofs ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  Might, 
Who  left  his  Weaknefs  on  the  Crofs 


j   Honour  immortal  mult  be  paid, 
Iriitead  of  Scandal  and  of  Scorn  : 
While   Glory  mines  around  his  Head, 
And  a  bright  Crown  without  a  Thorn. 

6  Blefiings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  Curfe  for  wretched  Men 
Let  Angels  found  his  facred  Name' 
And  ev'ry  Creature  fay,  Amen. 


H     Y       M        N         LXV. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

x    f^   O  D  of  the  Morning,  at  whofe  Voice 
\JT  The  chearful  Sun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And  like  a  Giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  Journey  thro'  the  Skies ; 

a  From  the  fair  Chambers  of  the  Eaft 
The  Circuit  of  his  Race  begins, 
And  without  Wearinefs  or  Reft, 
Round  the  whole  Earth  he  flies  and  fnines : 

3  Oh,  like  the  Sun,  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  Duties  of  the  Day, 

With. 


(     *9     ) 

With  ready  Mind  and  active  Will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  Way, 

[4  But  I  (hall  rove  and  lofe  the  Race, 
If  God,  my  Sun,  fhould  difappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  World's  wild  Maze,. 
To  follow  evWy  wand'ring  Star.] 

.5  Lord,  thy  Commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightning  our  beclouded  Eyes  ; 
Thy  Threat  nings  iuft,  thy  Pioir  ife  fure  : 
Thy  Gofpel  makes  the  Simple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  Counfcl  for  my  Guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  Blifs ; 
Ail  my  Defires  and  Hopes  befide 
Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this, 

HYMN  LXVL 

An   Evening     Hymn. 

1  'THU'S  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

X     Thus  far  his  Pow'r  prolongs  my  Days; 
And  ev'ry  Ev'ning  (hull  make  known 
Some   frefli  Memorial  of  his  Grace* 

2  Much  of  my  Time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  Home; 
But  he  forgives  my   Follies  paft, 

He  gives  me  Strength  for  Days  to  come. 

H     r  lay 


{    90     ] 

3  I  lay  my  Body  down  to  deep  ;' 
Peace  is  the  Pillow  for  my  Head ';' 
While  well -appointed  Angels  keep 
Their  watchful  Stations  round  my  Bed. 

4  In  vain  the  Sons  of  Earth  or  Hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  Things ; 
My  God  in  I  ''.-sine  dwell 
Jieneath  tflr  shadow  oi  his   Wings, 

|  :    Faith  in  his  Name  forbids  my  Fear  : 
O  may  thy  Prcfence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  Morning  make  me  hear 
The  Love  and  Kindnefs  of  thy  Heart* 

6  Tims  when  the  Night  of  Death  (hall  come-, 
My  Fiefh  mall  reft  beneath  the  Ground, 
And  wait  thy  Voice  to  roufe  my  Tomb, 
With  fweet  Salvation  in  the  Sound.] 

H       Y       M       N  LXVII. 

Salvation,     Rightioufhefs,      and  -Strength     h 
Christ. 

E  H  O  V  A  H  (peaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear, 
Let  all  the  Earth  rejoice'and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  Sov'reign  Honours  and  his  Names  : 


2 


I  am  the  Lad,    and  I  the  Firir, 
r£he  Saviour-God,  and  God  the  Juft 

"  There'? 


(    9»     ) 

I  here's  none  befides  pretends  to  (Tievf 

{i  Sach  lufiice  and  Station  too. 
° 

3"  Yc  that  in  Shades  of  Darl  fell, 

fell, 
"   1 

flit,  Life  and  Heav'n,  arc  in  . 

Name  have  fVonr, 
>r  ihall  the  word  in  vain  reti 
)  me  (hall  all  Things  bend  the  Knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  Tongue  ihall  f\v ear  to  me.] 

,   ';  In  me  alone  fhall  Men  confefs 
"   Lies  all  their  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs  ; 
"  But  fuch  as  dare  cleipife  my  Name, 
':   I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  Shame* 

i   "   In  me  the  Lord,  mall  all  the  Seed 
i   ':    Of  Ifr'e!  from  their  Sins  be  freed, 
••    And  by  their  mining  Graces  prove 
li  Their  Int'reft  in  my  pardoning  LoveA 

H      Y       M      N      LXVIII. 
God    Holy,   Ju/K   cind  Sovereign. 

HO  W  (hould  the  Sons  of  Adam's  Race 
Be  pure  before  their  God  L 
If  he  contend  in  Righteoufncfs, 
■  fall  beneath  his  Rod. 


(     9*     ; 

t  To  vindicate  my  Words  and  thought! 
I'll  make  no  more#Pretence ; 
Not  one  of  all  mythoufand  Faults 
Can  bear  a  jufi  Defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  Arm,  his  Heart  is  wife  ; 
What  vain  Prefumers  dare 
Againfl:  their  Maker's  Hand  to  rife 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  War  ? 

[4   Mountains  by  his  Almighty  Wrath 
From  their  old  Seats  are  torn; 
He  (hakes  the  Earth,  from  South  to  North, 
And  all  her  Pillars  mourn. 

5  lie  bids  the  Sun  forbear  to  rife ; 

Th'  obedient  Sun  forbears  : 
His  Hand  with  Sackcloth  fpreadsthe  Skies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  Stars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  Sea; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  Wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  Way, 
Or  his  dark  Footfteps  find.J 

HYMN  LXIX. 

Joys  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner, 

1  TI7HO  can  defcribe  the  Joys  that  rife 
V  V'   Thro'  all  the  Courts  of  Paradife, 
To  fee  a  Prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  Heir  of  Glory  born, 

2  With 


(     93     ) 

2  With  Joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  Fruit  of  his  eternal  Love  ; 

The  Son  with  Joy  looks  down  and  fee* 
The  Purchafe  of  his  Agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  Delight  to  view 
TI\q  holy  Soul  he  form'd  anew  ! 
And  Saints  and  Angels  join  to  fing 
The  growing  Empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN         LXX. 
The  Beatitudes. 

I  i    T)  Lefs'd  are  the  humble  Souls  that  fee 
_£3  Their  Emptinefs  and  Povertv  : 
Treafures  of  Grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  Crowns  of  Joy  laid  up  in  Heav'n.l 

[2  BleiYd  are  the  Men  of  broken  Heart, 
Who  mourn  for  Sin  with  inward  Smart  ; 
The  Blood    of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  Balm  for  all  their  Woes.] 

[3  Biefs'd  are  the  Meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  Rage  and  P?:T;on,   Nolle  and  War; 
God  will  fecurc  their  hspp?  State, 
And  plead  their  Caufe  againft  the  Great.] 

[4  Biefs'd  are  the  Souls  that  third  for  Grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  Righteoufnefs  ; 
They  (hall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed, 
With  living  Streams  and  living  Bread.] 

[  ,5  BlcIVd 


(      94      ) 

[5  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  whofe  Bowels  move', 
And  meli  with  Sympathy  and   Love; 
From  Chiwst  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain- 
Like  Sympathy  and  Love  again.] 

[6  Blefs'd  are  the  Pure,  whole  Hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  Pow'r  of  Sin  ; 
With  endlefs  Pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  Purity!"] 

[y  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  of  peaceful  Life, 

Who  quench  the  Coals  of  growing   Strife  ; 
They  fhall  be  call'd  the  Heirs  of  Blifs, 
The  Sons  of  God,  the  God  of  Peace.] 

[8  Blefs'd  are  the  SufPrers,   who  partake 
Of  Pain  and  Shame  for  JefuY  fake  ; 
Their  Souls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord. 
Glory  and  Joy  are  their  Reward.] 


H        Y        M      N         LXXL 

Death  and  immediate  Glory, 

i   nF^  Here  is  a  Hcufe  net  made  with  Hands 
JL     Eternal,  and  on  High, 
And  here  my  Spirit  waiting  {lands, 
Till  God  fhall  bid  it  fly. 


S h  or tl y  t hi s «Pr i  fo n  o f    m  v  C 1  a  y 
Mttft  be  diifolv'd  and  fall  ;  ' 

Then,  O  my  Soul,  with  Joy  obex 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  Calk 


(     93     ) 

j   Tis  lie,  by  his  Almighty  Grace, 
That  forms  thee  St  for  Heav'n  ; 
And  as  an  Earneft  of  die  Place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  Joys  to  come  ; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  Word; 
But  while  the  Body  is  our  Home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

£   Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  Grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfeat  from  the  FleiL, 
And  prefent.   Lord,   with  thee. 


H       Y       M       N         LXXII. 

The  Braze-i  Serpent :  or,  Looking  to  Jtfus* 

t    Q  O  did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife 
O   The  brazen  Serpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  Eafe,  . 
The  Camp   forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  Hour, 
"  And  live,"  the  Prophet  cries, 

But  Christ  performs  a  nobler  Cure, 
When  Faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  Crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  Heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  Sinners,  by  th'  old  Serpent  flung, 


Look   and  forget  their  Pains. 


When 


k  96  ) 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up 
A  dying  World  revives ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious   Hope, 
Tii'  expiring  Gentile  lives, 

H       Y       M       N        LXXIII. 

Believers  buried  with    Christ    inBaptifnu 

1    T\  O  we  not  know  that  folemn  Word, 
JL-^  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  LORD  j  | 
Baptiz'd  into  his  Death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  Body  of  our  Sin  ? 

at   Our  Sou^s  receive  diviner  Breath, 

Rais"d  from  Corruption,  Guilt,  and  Death: 
So  from  the  Grave  did  Christ  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  Skies. 

%  No  more  tet  Sin  or  Satan  reign 

'J  ,        o 

Over  our  mortal  Flefli  again  : 
The  various  Lulls  we  feiVd  before, 
Shall  have  Dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN         LXXIV. 

The    repenting   Prodigal. 

1    T>  Ehold  the  Wretch  whofe  Luftand  Wine 
JO  Had  wafted  his  Eftate, 
Ke  begs  a  Share  amongft  the  Swine, 
To  iafte  the  Hufk*  they  eat ! 

2  I  die 


L     97     J 

11  I  die  with  Hunger  here  he  Cries  ; 

"   I  flarve  in  foreign  Lands ; 
"  My  Father's  Houfe  has  large  Supplies* 

11  And  bounteous  are  his  Hands. 

*'  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  Tongus 
"  Fall   down  before  his  Face  ; 

"  Father,  I've  done  thy  Juftice  wrong, 
"  Nor  can  deferve  thy  Grace." 

4  He  faid,  and  haften'd  to  his  Home, 
To  feek  his  Father's  Love  ; 
The  Father  faw  the  Rebel  come, 
And  all  his  Bowels  move, 

\  .5  He  ran,%nd  fell  upon  his  Neck, 

Embf  ac'd  and  kifs'd  his  Son  : 

The  Rebel's  Heart  with  Sorrow  brake* 

For  Follies  he  had  done. 
i 

"  Take  off  his  Clothes  of  Shame  and  Sin/' 
(The  Father  gives  Command) 

"  Drefs  him  in  Garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  Rings  adorn  his  Hand, 

"  A  Day  of  feafting  I  ordain  ; 

"   Let  Mirth   and  Joy  abound  ; 
*'  Mv  Son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 

?  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 


H  Y  M  N 


(     9§     ) 
H      Y      M      N        LXXV. 

Christ's  CompaJJion  to  the  Weak  and  Tempted. 

1  TI7ITH  Joy  we  meditate  the  Grace 

V  V     Of  our  High  Prieft  above  ; 
His  Heart  is  made  of  Tendernefs, 
His  Bowels  melt  with  Love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  Sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  Frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  Temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotiefs,  innocent  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  Darts  he  be  re, 
And  did  refifl  to  Blood. 

4  He  in  t!?«    Days  of  feeble  Flefh 

Pour'd  cut  his  Cries  and  Tears, 
AnA    in  his  Meaiure  fee!-s  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  Member  bears. 

[5,  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  Flax, 
But  raife  it  to  a  Flame  ; 
The  bruifedReed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  ineancft  Name. J 


6  Then  let  our  humble  Faith  addrefs' 
His  Mercy  and  his  Pow'r, 


We 


(     99     ) 

We  (hall  obtain  deliv'ring  Grace 
In  the  diilrefling  Hour. 

HYMN         LXXVL 

Charity    and     Unckaritablenefs. 

1  \J  O  T  difPrent  Food  nor  diff'rent  Drefs, 
X\l    Compofe  the  Kingdom  of  our  Lord; 
But  Peace  and  Joy  and  Righteoufnefs, 
Faith,  and  Obedience  to  his  Word. 

2  When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife 
We  do  the  Gofpel  mighty  Wrong  : 
For  God   the  Gracious  and  the  Wife, 
Receives  the  Feeble  with  the  Strong. 

3  Let  Pride  and  Wrath  be  banifh'd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  Love  our  Souls  purfue  • 
Nor  fhall  our  Practice  give  Offence 

To  Saints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 

H      Y      M      N        LXXVII. 

The   Apojlhs  Commijfion. 

i   "  f^O  preach  my  Gofpe!,  faith  the  Lord, 
VJT  "  Bid  the    whole  Earth  my  Grace 
*  receive  : 
"   He  fhall  be  fav'd  that  frails  iry  Word  ; 
"  Ke  fhall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe' 

[  2  «  I'll 


(       ICO      ) 

[2  "  I'll  make  your  great  Commifiion  knowrj 
"  And  ye  mall  prove  my  Gofpel  true, 
"  By  all  the  Works  that  I  have  done, 
"  By  all  the  Wonders  ye  (hall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  Sick,  go  raife  the  Dead, 
"   Go  call  out  Devils  in  my  Name  ; 

"  N@r  let  my   Prophets  be  afraid,     (pheme.] 
(i  Tho'   Greeks   reproach,     and   Jews  blaf- 

4  H  Teach  all  the  Nations  my  Commands  ; 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  World  fhall  end  ; 
'•  All  Pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  Hands, 

4*  I  can  deflroy,  and  can  defend.'' 


j   He  fpake,  and  Light  fhonc  round  his  Head;: 
On  a  bright  Cloud  to  Heav'n  he  rede : 
They  to  the  fartheft  Nations  fpread 
The  Grace  of  their  afcended  God. 


HYMN        LXXVIII. 

Love     and     Hatred. 

1  "XT  O  W  by  the  Bowels  of  my  God, 
JL^i    His  fharpDiftrefs,  his  fore  Complaints,, 
By  his  lalt  Groans,    his  dying  Blood, 

I  charge  my  Soul  to  love  the  Saints. 

2  Clamour  and  Wrath  and  War  be  gone, 
Envy  and  Spite  for  ever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  Words  no  more  be  known 
Amongft  the  Saints,  the  Sons  of  Peace. 

3,  The. 


(     »«     J 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  Dove, 

Flies  from  the  Realms  of  Noife  and  Strife  ; 
Why  mould  we  vex  and,  grieve  hi*  Love, 
Who  feals  our  Souls  to  heav'nly  Life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  Thoughts; 
Thro'  all  our  Lives  let  Mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  Faults, 
For  the  dear  Sake  of  Christ  his  Son> 

H      Y       M      N         LXXIX, 

Rolinefs  and  Grace. 

i    O  O  let  our  Lips  and  Lives  exprefs 
O  The  holy  Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  our  Works  and  Virtues  fhine3 
To  prove  the  Doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  fhall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  Honours  of  our  Saviour-God  ;: 
When  the  Salvation  reigns    within, 
And  Grace  fubdues  the  Pow'r  of  Sin, 

3  Our  Flefh  and  Senfe  mull  be  deny'd, 
PafTion  and  Envy,  Luft  and  Pride ; 
Whilfljuftice,  Temp  'ranee,  Truth  and  Lov*, 
Our  inward  Piety  approve, 

4  Religion  bears  our  Spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  bleffed  Hope, 
The  bright  Appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  Faith  Hands  leaning  on.  his  Word, 

I  H  Y  M 


(       102      ) 

H      Y      i\l      N         LXXX. 

The  Love  of  Christ  fled  abroad  in  the  Heart. 

i    |^Qmer  dcareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
\^>  By  Faith  and  Love  in  ev'ry  Breafl  ; 
Then  {hall  we  know,  and  talle.,  and  fee! 
The  Jovs  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Co m e ,  fi  11  our  K e a r ': $  w i th  i n w a r d  Stre vjglh. 
Make  our  enlarged  Souls  poifefs, 

And  learn  the  Heighth,  and  Breadtlv  and 
Of  thine  uiwneafurable  Grace.       (Length, 

3  Now  4o  the  God  whofe  Pow'r  can  do 
More  than  oor  Ttiqughts  and  Wifhes  know, 
Be  evefJaJHng  Honours  done 

£/  all  the  Church,    thro'  Christ  his  S&i. 


H      Y      M      N        LXXXI* 
77z/f  W dm  fling  and  Sealing  Spirit* 

i   TT7HY  fhedd  theCiiil-Jrcn  of  a  Kin? 
V  V      Go  mourning  all  I  g  ? 

Great  Comforter!    defcend  and  briug 
Some  Tokens  of  thy  Grace. 

2  Doft  thou  not  ctvcj3  in  aJl  the  Saints, 

And  feal  the  Heirs  of  Keav  n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  Complaints, 
And  Qiew  rny  Sinsforgiv'n  ? 

3  AfTure  my  Confcience  of  her  Part 

In  the  Redeemer's  Bl 
And  bear  thy  Witnefs  with  my  Heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou 


(      103      ) 

!|  Th  -  Earncit  of  Lis  Love, 

The  Pied  re  of  Joys  to  come  ; 

iy  u)ft  Wings,  cclefiial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  iiome. 

II       Y     '  M       N         LXXXI-. 

I  ST  and  Aaron,  taken  from  Heb.  vii  and  Txm 

TUSUS,   in  thee  our  Eyes  behold 
A  tBoufand  Glories  more 
Than  the  rich  Gems  and  polifh'd   Gold 
The  Sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

They  firft  their  own  Burnt -off' rings  brought, 

To  purge  themfelves  from  Sin; 
Thy  Life  was  pure  without  a  Spot, 

And  all  thy  Nature  clean. 

3  Frefh  Blood,   as  conftant  as  the  Day, 

Was  oc  their  Altar  fpilt ; 
But  thy  one  Off' ring  takes  away 
For  ever  ail  our  Guilt. J 

4  Their  Prieflhood  ran  thro'  fev'ral    Hands 

For  mortal  was  their  Race  : 
Thy  never- changing  Office  Hands, 
Eternal  as  thy  Days.] 

5  Once  in  the  Circuit  of  a  Year, 

With  Blood,  but  not  his  own, 
J    Aaron  within  the  Veil  appears  ' 
Before  the  golden  Throne. 

6  But  Christ  by  his  own  pow'rful  Blood 

Afcends  above  the  Skies, 

And 


I    10-4-  ) 

And  in  the  Prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  Sacrifice,] 

•7  JESUS,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 
On  Sion's  heav'nly  Hill ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain,. 
1    And  w^ars  his  Prieftkood  ftill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  father's  Face  : 
Give  him,  my  Soul,  thy  Caufe  to  plead. 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  Grace. 

H       Y       M       N         LXXXIIL 

Char 'aller s  of   Christ. 

*   /"^l  O  worfliip  at  Immanuel's  Feet, 
\jy  See  in  his  Face  what  Wonders  meet  \ 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  Worth,    his  Glory,  or  his  Grace. 

\2  The  whole  Creation  can  afford 

But  feme  faint  Shadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  Beauties  known, 
Mud  mingle  Colours  not  her  own.] 

[3  Is  he  compar'd  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 

Dear  Lord  !  our  Souls  would  thus  be  fed : 
That  Flefh,  that  dying  Blood  of  thine, 
Is  Bread  of  Life,  is  heav'nly  Wine."] 

[4  Is  he  a  Tree  ?  The  World  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  Leaves  : 
That  righteous  Branch,  that  fruitful  Bough, 
Is  David's  Root  and  Offspring  too.] 

[    .5  .I* 


*°5     ) 


[5   Is  he  a  Rofe  ?   Not  Sharon  yick!* 
Such  Fragrancy  in  all  her  Fields  : 
Or  if  the  Lilly  he  affume, 
The  Vallies  blefs  the  rich  Perfume.] 

[6  Is  he  a  Vine  ?  his  heav'nly  Root 

lies  the  Boughs  with  Life  and  Fruit. 
O  let  a  lading  Union  join 
My  Soul  to  Christ  the  living  Vine !] 

[7  Is  he  a  Head  ?  Each  Member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  Pow'r  he  gives; 
The  Saints  below  and  Saints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  Love.] 

[8  Is  he  a  Fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 

And  heal  the  Plague  of  Sin  and  Death  : 

Thefe  Waters  all  my  Soul  renew, 

And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  Garments  too.] 

[9  Is  he  a  Fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  Drofs : 
But  the  true  Gold  fuftains  no  Lofs : 
Like  a  Refiner  {hall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  Refufe  with  his  Feet.] 

[10  Is  he  a  Rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 
Yet  the  fweet  Stream*  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  Defart  thro'.] 

[11   Is  he  a  Way?  He  leads  to  Gor, 
The  Path  is  drawn  in  Lines  of  Blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  Hope  and  Zeal, 
'Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  Hiil.j 


[12   Is  he  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 

Behold  the  Paflures  larg-e  and  green ; 


A 


(      io6     ) 

A  Paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  Sheep  have  Freedom  there/] 

[13  Is  he  denVnd  the  Corner-Stone, 
For  Men  to  build  their  Heav'n  upon? 
J'll  make  him  my  Foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  Plots  of  Hell  below.] 

[14  Is  he  a  Temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  Majefty  and  Pow'r; 
And  flill  to  his  moft  holv  Place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  Face.] 

[ij  Is  he  a  Star  ?  He  breaks  the  Night, 
Piercing  the  Shades  with  dawning  Light ; 
I  know  his  Glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star.] 

[16  Is  he  a  Sun  ?  His  Beams  are  Grace, 
His  Courfe  is  Joy  and  Righteoufnefis  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  Clouds,  and  dry  their  Tears. 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  Skies, 
Where  Storms  and  Darknefs  never  rife ! 
There  hcdifplays  his  Pow'rs  abroad, 

And  mines  and  reigns  th'  Incarnate  God.] 

18  Nor  Earth,  nor  Seas,  nor  Sunvnor  Stars, 
Nor  Heav'n  his  full  Refembknce  bears  ; 
His  Beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  wc  behold  him  Face  to  Face. 


HYMN 


(      M7      ) 

H      Y      M      N     .    LXXXIV. 

The  fame  as  thi  c'xlviiith  Pfalm. 

l     TOINa'l  the  glorious  Names 
mf    Of  Wifdoin,  Love  and  Pow'r, 
That  ever  Mortals  knew, 
That  Angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  Worth, 

Too  mean  to  fet 

My  Saviour  forth. 

But,  O  what  gentle  Terms, 
What  condefcending  Ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe 
To  teach  his  heav'n'y  Grace  ! 

Mine  Eyes  with  Joy 

And  Wonder  fee 

What  Forms  of  Love 

He  bears  for  me. 

[3  Array  'd  in  mortal  Flefh, 
He  like  an  Angel  ftands, 
And  holds  the  Promifes 
And  Pardons  in  his  Hands  : 

Commiffion'd  from 

His  Father's  Throne* 

To  make  his  Grace 

To  Mortals  known.] 

[4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 
My  Tongue  would  blefs  thy  Name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  News 
Of  our  Salvation  came  ; 

The 


(     io-8     ) 

The  joyful  News 

Of  Si  as  forgiv 'n, 

Of  Hell  fubdu'd, 

And  Peace  with  Heav'n.j 

:{5  Be  thou  my  Counsellor, 
My  Pattern,  and  my  Guide  ; 
And  thro'  this  defart  Land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  Side. 

O  let  my  Feet 

Ne'er  run  aftray, 

Nor  rove,    nor  feek 

The  crooked  Way  !] 

[6  I  love  my  Shepherd's  Voice, 
His  watchful  Eyes  mail  keep 
My  wand'ring  Soul  among 
The  Thoufands  of  his  Sheep  : 

He  feeds  his  Flock, 

He  calls  their  Names, 

His  Bofom  bears 

The  tender  Lambs.] 

[7  To  this  dear  Surety's  Hand 
Will  I  commit  my  Caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  Laws. 

Behold  my  Soul 

At    Freedom  fet ; 

My  Surety  paid 

The  dreadful   Debt. 

[8  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priist, 
Offer'd  his  Blood  and^dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  Confcienc£  feek* 
No  Sacrifice  befide.  Hk 


r  m  ) 

.  po\/rfui  Blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  Throne.] 

9  My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  Defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  Ears, 
And  lavs  his  Thunder  by. 
Not.all  that  Hell 
Or  Sin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  Heart, 
,   His  Love  away.j 

f  10  My  dear  Almighty  LORD, 
"  My  CONQU  ROR  and  my  KING, 
Thy  Scepter,  and   thy  Sword, 
Thv  reigning  Grace  I  fing. 
Thine  is  the  Pow'r  ; 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  Bonds 
Beneath  thy  Feet. 

# 
Fll  Now  letrny  Soul  arife, 
And  tread  the  Tempter  down: 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  Conqueft  and  a  Crown. 
A  feeble  Saint 
Saall  win  the  Day, 
Trio'  Death  and  Hell 
ODilru6l  the  Way  .J 

K  i2  Should 


(     *»    ) 

^S  Should  all  the  Hofts  of  Death, 
And  Pow'rs  of  Hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  Forms 
Of  Rage  and  Mifchief  on, 

Ifhallbefafe; 

For  Chrift  difplays 

Superior  Pow'r 

And  guardian  Grace. 

HYMN      LXXXV, 

1  T    E  T  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
1  j     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Come  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft  ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifiori  tafle. 

4  Ho  !  yc  that  pant  fox  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  tliirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation 


(   1"  ) 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines; 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mif  Vies  are, 
And  boundlels  as  our  fins. 

7  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


HYMN 


LXXXVI. 


i  "XT  OW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire$ 
XN      Defcending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  infpire 

With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love! 

s  Thee  we  the  Comforter  confefs ; 
Unlefs  thou'rt  prefent  here  ; 
Our  fongs  of  praife  are  vain  addrefs, 
We  utter  heartlefs  pray'r. 

g  Wake  heav'nly  wind,  arife  and  come,  ■ 
Biow  on  the  drooping  field; 
Our  fpices  then  fhall  breathe  perfume, 
And  fragrant  incenfe  yield. 


4  Touch,  with  a  living  coal,  the  lip 
That  fhall  proclaim  thy  word  ; 


Ani 


(  "2  ) 

And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 

5  Hafren  the  reftitution-day, 

Which  now  corruption  fhrouds  ; 
New  heavens,  and  new  earth  difplay, 
With  Jefus  in  the  clouds. 

HYMN      LXXXVIL 

i    "  '    O  R  D,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
&  -4  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  : 
Oh  !  do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 
Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
In  companion  now  defcend  : 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace,. 
Tune  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  {lay; 
Lord  we  know  net  how  to  go 
'Till  a  bleffing  thou  bellow. 

4  Send  fome  meflage  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

j  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Thofe 


(   "i  ) 

Thofe  that  are  caft  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them  firung  intaith  and  hope! 

6   Grant  that  all  may  feek  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  Goa  ana  kind  ; 
Heal  the  fick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  tbee  ! 


HYMN     LXXXVIII. 

i,  T?  AT  HER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee^ 
Jl      No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me^ 
Ah  !  whither  fhall  I  go? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath? 
Wh;4t  pain,  what  labour  to  fecure         v 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  O  Jefu,  could  I  this  believe, 

1  now  flould  fee!  thy  pow'r; 
Nc^r  rry  per  f<  ul  tl  (  u  wcculdu  retrieve 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  cf  faith,  to  thee  \  lift 

My  weary,  longing- eyes; 
G  let  me  n^w.  receive  tl  ar  giftf 
My  foul  wiiLcut  it  dies! 


HYMN 


.(     "4    ) 
H    Y    M  N    LXXXIX. 

t    T    IGHT  of  thofe  whofe  dreary  dwelling 
jLj  Burners  on  the  {hades  of  death, 
Come  !  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Diflipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heavn  and  earth's  creator, 

In  our  deeped  darknefs  rife  ! 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-fight  on  our  eyes  ! 

•4   Still  w»j  wait  for  thine  appearing 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 
Chafing  all  our  fears,  and  chearing 

Ev'ry  poor  benighted  heart  : 
Come,  and  manifeil  the  favour 

God  hath  for  our  ranfom'd  race  ; 
Gome,  thou  univerfal  Saviour, 

Come,  and.'  br ing  thy  gofpel -grace* 

3  Save  rs  in  thv  great  companion, 

O  thou  raild  pacific  prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  falvation,. 

Give  the  pardon  of  cur  fins! 
By  thine  all-reftorino*  merit, 

Ev'ry  burthen Yl  f:>ul  releife, 
Ev'ry  weary,  wand Yincr  fpir«t 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


H  Y  M  N        XC. 


orcl !  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 
hy  miracles  repeat ; 

With* 


(  *f$  ) 

With  pitying  eye  behold  me  fall' 
A  1-per  at  thy  feet. 

2  Loathfome,  and  foul,  and  felf  abhorr'd^ 

I  fink  beneath  my  fin  ; 
But,  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
.   Of  thine  can  make  me  clean.  , 

3  Thou  feed  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open  O  Lord  !  mine  ear; 
Bid  me  ftretch  out  my  wither'd  hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  pray  'r. 

4  Silent  (  alas  !  thou  know'ft  how  long  !  ) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raife  ; 
But,  O  !  when  thou  (hah  loofe  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  fhall  fing  thy  praife. 

j  Lame  at.  the  poo!  I  dill  am  found}. 
Give,  and  my  ftreixgth  employ  ; 
Li  rht  as  an  hart  I  then  (hall  bound, 
The  lame  fhall  le.rp  for  joy. 

6  Blirrl  frt>m  my  birth  to  guilt  and  thec9 
A  id  dark  I  am  within  ; 
The  love  t>f  G  >d  I  cannot  fee, 
Nor  finfulneis  of  fin. 

j  But  thou,  they  fay,  art  pairing  by, 
O  let  me  find  luee  n>;ar  ! 
J.efus,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
Ti:ou  fori  ot TJaViu,  Lear  i 


8  Long 


(  «*  ) 

Long  have  I  waited  In  the  wayr 
For  thee,  the  heav'nly  light; 

Command  me  to  he  brought,  and  fay, 
"  Sinner,  receive  thy  fight.'*5 

H    Y    M    N        XCI. 

E  S  U,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
The  weary  firmer \s  friend  : 
Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word, 
Bid  my  corruptions  end. 

2  Thou  canft  oVrcpme  th's  heart  of  mine? 
Thou  canfl  victorious  prove  ; 
For  everlaftintr  ftrejtgth  is  thine, 
And  everlafting  love. 

g  Thv  powerful  Spirit  can  fuhdue 
Unconquerable  hn  ; 
Cleatife  my  foul  heart,   and  make  it  new. 
And  write  thy  law  within. 

4  Bound  drvn  with  twice  ten  thoufand  ties, 

Yet  le-t  me  hear  thy  call  ; 
Mv  foijl  in  confidence  (hall  rife, 
Shall  rife  and  break  thru*  .-.U. 

5  Speak,  and  the  deaf  fliall  hear  thy  voice,. 

The  blind  his  f'ght  receive, 
The  dumb  in  fengsol  pfaiie  rejoice, 
The  heart  of  fione  believe 

6Tht    . 


(     "7     ) 

i  The  ^Ethiop  then  fhall  change  Lis  £kin, 
The  dead  (hall  feel  thy  pow'f; 
The  loathfome  leper  (hall  be  clean, 
And  I  (hall  fin  abhor. 

H    Y    M    N         XCIL 

i    /^\  For  an  heart  to  love  my  God  ! . 
V^/    An  Leart  from  fin  fet  free  ; 
An  heart  that  always  feels  the  blood, 
So  freely  fhed  for  me  ! 

2  An  heart  refignV,  fuBterffiyc,  meet, 

My  dtc.r  Feoecrrers  throne  ; 
Where  only  Chrift  is  heard  to  (peak. 
Where  Jefus  reigns  alone. 

g  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart,  _ 
Believing,  true  end  clean  ; 
Which  neither  lite  nor  death  ran  part 
From  him  that  dweilo  Within. 

4  An  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  fill'd  with  love  divine  : 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord  !  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  Hill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 

ace,  O  bielfed  Lamb  .l 
That  I  thy  lave  may  hnow. 

6  Tbf 


(     "8    ) 

6  Thy  holy  nature  Lord  !  impart 
Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  hearty 
Thy  new  belt  name  of  Love. 


HYMN        XCIII. 

1   /^\  Thou,  whofe  tender  mercy  hears 
V-x    Contrition's  humble  figh  ; 
Whofe  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  forrow's  weeping  eye. 

5  See  !  low  before  the  throne  of  grace 
A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 
Haft  thou  not  bid  me  feek  thy  face  ? 
Haft  thou  not  faid,  Return  ? 

3  And  (hall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  fafe  retreat. 

4  Abfent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light. 

Without  one  chearing  ray, 
Thro'  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night* 
How  defolate  my  way 


i 


,5  O  fhine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  fhine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  tafte  of  joys  divine. 


Thjr 


(     "9    ) 

Thy  prefence  only  can  bellow 
Delights  which  never  cfoy  ; 

Be  this  my  folace,  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy. 

H  Y  M  N        XCIV. 

ON  thee,  O  God  of  puritjr, 
I  wait  \o'r  hallowing  grace  ; 
None  without  hblinefs  fhall  fee 

The  glories  of  thy  face  : 
In  fouls  unholy,    and  unclean, 

Thou  mjver  canft  delight ; 
Nor  (hall  they,  while  unfav'd  from  fin, 
Appear  bei^re  thy  fight. 

But  as  for  me,  with  humble  fear, 

I  will  approach    thy  gate  ; 
Thou  rh  moil  unworthy  to  draw  near, 

Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait  : 
I  trufl  in  thine  unbounded  grace, 

To  all  fo  freely  dv'n ; 
And  worihip  t'ward  thy  holy  place, 

And  lift  my  foul  to  heav'n. 


3  Lead  me  in  all  thy  righteous  ways, 
Nor  fuffer  me  to  Aide ; 
Point  out  the  path  before  my  face, 

My  God  be  thou  my  .guide  ! 
O  may  I  ne'er  to  evil  yield, 

Defended  'rom  above, 
And  kept,  and  cover'd  with  the  fhield 
£>i  thine  Almighty  love. 

HYMN 


(       *fc      ) 

H  Y  M  N        XCV. 

'HE  one  thing  needful,- that  good  part, 
Winch  M  iry  chafe  with  all  her  heart, 
I  would  purfue  with  heart  and  mind, 
And  fcek  uiiweary'd  till  I  find. 

2  But,  oh?  I'm  blind  and  ignorant, 
The  Spirit  of  the  Lord  I  want; 
To  guide  me  in  the  narrow  road, 
That  leads  to  happinejfs  and  God. 

g  O  Lord,  my  God,  to  thee  I  pray, 
Teach  me  to  know,  and  find  the  way 
How  I  may  have  my  fins  forgiv'n, 
Andfafe,  and  furely  get  to  heav'n. 

4   My  mind  enlighten  with  thy  light, 
That  I  may  underhand  aright 
The  glorious  gofpel-rnyftery, 
Which  ihevvs  the  way  to  heav'n  and  thee* 

^   Hidden  in  Chrift  the  freafure  lie?, 
That  goodly  pearl  of  (o  great  price  ; 
No  other  way  but  Chrilt,  there  is 
To  endle'fs  happinefs  and  blifs. 

6  O  Tefus  Chrift,  my  Lord  and  Got!, 
W  \o  haft  redeem'd  me  by  thy  blood; 
Unite  my  heart  fo  fail  to  thee, 
Tnat  we  may  never  parted  be. 

H  Y  M   M 


(  1*1  ) 

HYMN       XCVL 


A  Si 


nncr  s  r rarer, 


aye 


i   f~\   My  Lord,  What  mull  I  do? 
V^/   Only  thou  the  way  canft  (hew  •; 
Thou  canft  fave  me  in  this  hour,  ; 
I  have  neither  will  nor  pow'r : 
God  if  over  all  thou  art, 
Greater  than  the  finful  heart ; 
Let  it  now  on  me  be  fhown, 
Take  away  the  heart  of  ftone. 

±  Take  away  my  darling  fin, 
Make  me  willing  to  be  clean ; 
Make  me  willing  to  receive 
What  thy  goodnefs  waits  to  give  : 
Force  me,  Lord,  with  all  to  park, 
Tear  all  idols  from  my  heart ; 
Let  thy  pow'r  on  me  be  fhown, 
Take  away  the  heart  of  ftone. 

3  Jefu,  mighty  to  renew, 

Work  in  me,   to  will  and  do  ; 
Turn  my  nature's  rapid  tide, 
Stem  the  torrent  of  my  pride, 
Stop  the  whirlwind  of  my  will, 
Bid  corruptions,  Lord,  be  Hill; 
Now  thy  love  almighty  fhew, 
Make  e'er,  me  a  creature  jiqw- 


Arm 


(       122      ) 

4  Arm  of  God,  thy  ftrengthput  on, 
Bow  the  heavens,  and  come  down  ;    . 
All  mine  unbelief  o'erthrow, 
Lay  th'  afpiring  mountain  low  ; 
Conquer  thy  worft  foe  in  me, 
Get  thyfelf  the  victory, 
Save  the  vileft  of  the  race, 
Force  me  to  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

HYMN     XCVII. 

To  Jefus  Chrift. 

l    /^  O  M  E,  let  us  all  unite  to  praife 
V_y     The  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Our  thankful  hearts  in  folemn  lays, 
Be  with  our  voices  join'd. 

%  But  how  (hall  duft  his  worth  declare, 
When  angels  try  in  vain; 
Their  faces  veil  when  they  appear 
Before  the  fon  of  man. 

3  O  Lord,  we  cannot  filent  be, 
By  love  we  are  conftrain'd 
To  offer  our  bell  thanks  to  thee,— 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  friend ! 

a   Tho'  feeble  are  our  belt  effays, 
Thy  love  will  not  defpife  ; 
Our  grateful  fongs  of  humble  praifc. 
Our  well-meant  facriftce^ 


$  Let 


o 


(    123     ) 

Let  ev'iy  tongue  thygoodnefs  mow, 

And  fpread  abroad  thy  fame; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  with  praife  o'erflow, 

And  blefs  thy  facred  name  ! 

6  Worfhip  and  honour,  thanks  and  love, 
Be  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  ! 
By  men  below,-- by  hofls  above- 
By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  ! 

HYMN      XCVIIL 

Redeeming ,  Love.- 

,1    "VT  O  W  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Jl\    Sing  aloud  in  Jefu's  name  ;, 
Ye,  who  Jefu's  kindnefs  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  fee  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face  ; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praife  and  blefs- redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  fouls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banifh  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curfe  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  Haves  of  death  and  fin  ; 
Now  from  blifs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop— -and  tafle  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome 


(  in  ) 

5  Welcome  all  by  fin  oppreft, 
Welcome  ail  to  Jefus  Chrift  ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above,. 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  fubdu'd  th' infernal  pow'rs, 

His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
From  their  cur  fed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  mufic  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  firing  ; 
Mortals  join  the  hofts  above, 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  love. 

H  Y  M  N         XCIX, 

1  ILT'E  fervants  of  God, 

X       Your  matter  proclaim  : 
And  publifh  abroad 
His  wonderful  name : 
The  name  all-vi&orious 

Of  Jefus  extol  ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  fave  ; 
And  ftill  he  is  nigh, 

His  prefence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  fhall  fing, 


Afcribing 


.(      i*5      ) 

Alcribing  falvation 
To  Jefus  our  king. 

Salvation  to  God,         *     ■ 

Who  fits  on  the  throne  ; 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honour  the  fon  : 
Our  Jefus's  praifes 

The  angels  proclaim, 
fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worfhip  the  Lamb/ 

Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  pow'r, 

And  wifdom  and  might; 
All  honour  and  blelTing, 

With  angels  above ; 
And  thanks  never  ceafing, 

And  infinite  love. 

HYMN       C,. 

Te     Deum* 

HO  W  can  we  adore, 
Or  worthily  praife, 
Thy  goodnefs  and  pow'r, 

Thou  God  of  all  grace ! 
With  honour  and  bleffing 

Before  theeweiall, 

Molt  gladly   conferTing 

Thee  Father  of  all. 


2  The 


(  «tf  ) 

The  heavens  and  earth, 

And  water  and  air, 
To  thee  owe  their  birth, 

Subfift  by  thy  care  ; 
While  angels  are  finging 

Thy  praifes  above. 
We  mortals  are  bringing 

Our  tribute  of  love. 

Thou  Saviour,  art  one' 
With  God  the  fupreme  ;- 

His  eternal  fon, 

And  equal  with  him  : 
I  p  veiled  with  glory, 

On  high  deft  tbou  ft, 
While,  angels  adore  thee, 

A/.d  bov^  at  thy  feet. 

How  greit  was  thy  love  ! 

How  wondrous  thy  grace  \ 
Thoivcani'it  from  above, 

To  fave  a  loft  race  ; 
And  man  to  deliver,  . 

Of  woman  was  born. 
That  ev'rv  believer 

To  Cod  might  rctunv 

How  foon  will  thy  feat 
Of  judgment  appear ! 
i  Prepare  us  to  meet, 

And  welcome  thee  there  !  * 

Thy  vvitnefling  Spirit. 


(     «7      ) 

In  us  (bed  abroad  ; 
And  bid  us  inherit 

The  kingdom  of  God  ! 

H   Y    M    N 


cr 


Chrijl  our  Rightcoufhejs. 

a,     TES  U,  thy  blood  and  righteoiifnefV, 
;     My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  drefs  ; 
'M   Ml  flaming  worlds  in  thefe  array ;d, 
With  joy  (hail  I  lift  up  my  head. 

±  When  from  the  dull  of  death  I  r'Te,. 
To  cTa;m  mymanfion  in  the  ikies; 
E'en  then  fhali  this  t  e.all  my  plea, 
"  Jefu&hath  liv'd,  haih  dy'd  formed 

3  Bold  mail  I  ftand  in  that  great  day, 
For  Wi)o  ought  to  my  charge  ihdll  lay  ? 
Fully  thro'  thefe  abfolv'd  I  am 

From  fin  emu  tear,  from  guilt  and  fhame, 

4  Thns  Abraham^  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood,. 
Satviour  of  finners  thee  proclaim  , 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

£  This  fpotlefs  roHfe  the  fame  appears, 
When  ruiri'd  nature  (inks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  .race  oi  Ciirill  is  ever  new. 


fi.O; 


(     «8     ) 

6  O  Jefu  Chrifti  all  praife  to  Thee, 
That  thou  a  man  vouch  fai'd  to  be  ; 

,     And  for  each  Soul,  which  thou  haft  made. 
Hail  an  eternal  Raiifom  paid. 

7  I  do  believe  if  finners  Race 

Ten  thoufand  times  more  numerous  was ; 
.Yet  ftill  the  Devil  had  his  full, 
:Tis  without  right  lie  keeps  one  foul. 

&  Ah,  give  to  all  thy  fervants,  Lord,, 

With  pow'r  to  (peak  thy  quick'ning  word,. 
That  all  who  to  thy  wounds  will  flee, 
May  find  eternal  life  in  Thee. 

# 

9  Thou  God  of  might,  thou  God  of  lovcv. 
Let  all  the  world  thy  mercy  prove; 
Now  let  thy  word  o'er  all  prevail, 
Now  take  the  fpoils  of  death  and  hell.  - 

to  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  baniih'd  ones  rejoice; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  drefs, 
Jefus,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 


HYMN 


CIL 


Striving   to  praife  Chrifl. 

i  ■  T    E  T  us,  the,  fheep  by  Jefus  nam'd, 
1  j  Our  flhepherd's  mercy  blefs  ; 
Let  us,  whom  Jefus  hath  fedeem'd 


Shew  forth  our  thankfulnefs. 


2  Not 


(     129     ) 

2  Not  unto  us,   to  thee  alone. 

Be  praife  and  glory  giv'n; 
Here  (hall  thy  praifes  be  begin*. 
But  carry 'd  oh  in  heaV'ii. 

3  The  holts  of  fpirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  anthems  fing ; 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !  we 
Our  hallelujahs  bring. 

4  Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  infpir'd, 

Like  theirs  our  fongs  fhould  rife  ; 
Like  them  we  never  fhould  be  tir'd, 
But  love  the  facrifice. 

^   'Till  we  this  veil  of  flefh  lay  down, 
Accept  our  weaker  lays ; 
And  when,  O  Lord,  we  reach  thy  throne, 
Well  join  in  nobler  praife, 

h    y    m    n      cm.  ; 

Reft  in*  under  the  Crqjs. 

i    /^IHiMren  of  Ifrael  fee  what  (hade* 
^L>*     The  crofs  does  us  afford  ; 
It  was  for  wear)-  travellers  made, 
We  thank  thee  for  it,    Lord. 

t  Here  let  us  fit,  and  all  prepare 
To  fing  his  worthy  fame  ; 
Who  to  redeem  us  fojourn'd  here, 
Chrift  Jefus  is  his  name. 


(     130    ) 

3  We  fmg  thy  fuSP  rings,  wounds  and  bloody 

Trie  virtue  of  thy  pain  : 
We  fing  thy  griefs,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Thou  Lamb  for  finners  flain. 

4  We  hail  thee,  thou  by  Jews  revil'd, 

To  thee  we  bow  the  knee  ; 
Hail !  very  God,  the  promis'd  child, 
The  prophets  fang  of  thee. 

$  While  others  praife  an  unknown  God, 
We  each  will  fing  of  thee  ; 
"  Jefus  has  wafb/d  me  in  his.  blood, 
And  liv'd,  and  dy'd  for  me." 


H       Y       M       N         CIV. 


o 


Come,  wafh  us  in  thy  cleanfing  blood ! 
Give  us  to  know  thy  love,  then  pain 
Is  fweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  our  poor  hearts,  and  let  them  be 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ;     ■ 
Seal  thou  our  breafts,  and  let  us  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  can  it  be  thou  heav'nly  king, 
That  thou  fhould  man  to  glory  bring  ! 
Make  (laves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
AriS  give  them  an  immortal  crown  ! 

4  Ah,  Lord!  enlarge  our fcanty  thought ; 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  haft  wrought; 

Unloofe: 


(     >3*     ) 

Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immenfe,  unfearchabie. 

^  Firft-born  of  many  brethren,  thou, 
To  thee  both  earth  and  heav'n  mull  bow 
Help  us  to  thee  our  all  to  give, 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live  ! 


HYMN        CV. 

DIfciples  of  Chrift, 
Ye  friends  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Attend,  and  affift 

In  finging  his  fame  : 
Eternal  thankfgiving  - 

The  faithful  mould  pay, 
The  living,  the  living, 
As  we  do  this  day. 

A  body  of  clay 

He  humbly  put  on, 
And   then  took  away 

The  fin  we  had  done  ; 
And  in  it  endured 

The  wrath  to  us  due, 
The  curfe  we  incurred, 

Our  ftripes  and  our  woe. 

Not  only  he  dy'd, 

Rul  alfo  arofe  ; 
Laid      ^kncfs  afide, 

And  over  his  foes, 

(Sin 


C      *3*     ) 

(Sin,  death  and  the  devil,) 
He  triumph'd,  and  o'er 
This  world,  and  all  evil, 
Dominion  and  pow'r. 

I         O  merciful  Lamb, 

Who  fits  on  the  throne, 
We  bow  at  thy  name, 

Thee  Saviour  we  own, 
Deferving  our  bleffing, 

And  bleffing  we'll  give, 
Without  ever  ceafing, 

So  long  as  we  live. 

H       Y       M       N  CVL 

An  happy  moment. 

SAvioar,  I  do  fee!  thy  merit, 
Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood  ; 
And  my  weary  troubled  fpirit 

Now  finds  reft  in  thee,  my  God  : 
I  am  fafe,  and  I  am  happy, 

While  in  thv  dear  arms  I  lie  ; 
Sin  and  fatan  cannot  hurt  me, 
When  the  Saviour  is  fo  nigh. 

Now  I'll  fingof  Jefu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name  ; 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  Hill  the  very  fame  : 
He  that  afketh,  foon  receiveth, 

He  that  feeks  Is  fure  to  find  ; 
Come,  for  whofoe'er  believeth, 

lie  will  never  caft  behind.  3  New 


(     *33     ) 

•3  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father,  and  our  God  ; 
Now  for  us  he's  interceeding, 

As  the  purchafe  of  his  blood  : 
Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 

Father,   fave  them,   I  have  dy'd  ; 
And  the  Father,  anfwers,  faying, 

They  are  freely  juftify'd. 

HYMN        CVII." 

Adoring  Chrijl. 

1  /^\   For  a  thou  fan d  tongues  to  fing, . 
V^/   My  dear  Redeemer's  praife  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  king, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears,. 

That  bids  our  forrows  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  mufic  in  the  finner's  ears, 
;Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

$  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  cancel'd  fin, 
He  fets  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulefl:  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

4  He  fpeaks,  and  lift'ning  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 


Hear 


(     *34     ) 

^Hear  him,  ye  deaf  ;  his  praife,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loofen'd  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN        CXI. 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer-. 

1  TJLung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair, 
X       We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 

Or  fpark  of  glirnm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
He  faw,  and  ( O  amazing  love  !  ) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  fhining  feats  above, 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead, 

4  Oh  !  fortius  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

5  Angels  afiift  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN 


(     *35     ) 

HYMN        CXIL 

Human  Wcaknefs    owned. 

i   \f  Y  Lord,  how  greats  the  favour! 
iVJL     That  I  a  firmer  poor, 
Can  thro'  thy  blood's  fweet  favour 

Approach  thy  mercy's  door : 
And  find  an  open  pafiage 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace ; 
There  wait  the  welcome  meffage, 

That  bids  me  go  in  peace. 

•  Lord,  I'm  an  helplefs  creature, 

Full  of  the  deepeft  need, 
Throughout  defil'd  by  nature 

Stupid,  and  inly  dead  : 
My  flrength  is  perfect  weaknefs, 

And  all  I  have  is  fin  ; 
My  heart  is  all  uncleannefs, 

A  den  of  thieves  within.^ 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

Who  fhall  afford  me  aid  ? 
Where  fhall  I  find  companion 

But  in  the  church's  head  ? 
Jefus,  thou  art  all  pity, 

O  take  me  to  thine  arms, 
And  exercife  thy  mercy, 

To  fave  me  from  all  harms. 

4  rn 


(     #    ) 

4  I'll  never  ceafe  repeating 

My  numbertefs  complaints ; 
But  ever  be  entreating 

The  glorious  king  of  faints, 
'Till  1  attain  the  image 

Of  him  I  inly  love  ; 
And  pay  my  grateful  homage 

With  all  the  faints  above. 

5  Then  I,  with  all  in  glory, 

Will  thankfully  relate 
Th'amazing,  pleafmg  flory 

Of  Jefu's  love  fo  great  ; 
In  this  bleft  contemplation 

I  ever  mail  be  well  ; 
And  prove  fuch  confolation., 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN         CX. 

Judgment. 

PRESS'D  my  foul  with  future  profpefl^ 
Sing  creation's  difmal  end 
Long  foretold  by  facred  prophets, 
Holy  mufe  thy  fuccours  lend, 
Say  what  horror   what    confufion  ! 
Will  each  finful  heart   difmay  ; 
What   diftrefles,  tortures,   anguifh 
Reign  in  that  tremenduous   day  ? 

Rumbling    thunders,  forky  lightnings 
Ghaftly  glaring  thwart  the    gloom  ; 

Nature 


(     *37    ) 

Nature,    fhaking  to  her  center, 
Groans,    prophetic  of  her  doom. 
Cliffy    rocks  and  lofty  mountains 
Oe'r  their    trembling  bafes  rock  ; 
While    earth  yawns  in   dreadful  chafms, 
With    each  ftrong     repeated    fhock. 

Seas,  with  horrid  palpitation, 

Ravage   round  their  frighten'd  fliores  ; 

Bluft'ring  wind  with  frantic  fury, 

Through  each  ruin'd     fabric    roars. 

The  fun's  bright  orb  is    veil'd    in  facklothj 

Stripp'd  of  all  his  fparkling  beams  ; 

The   moon  has  drop'd  her  filver  radiance* 

And   diffolves  in  purple  ftreams. 

Stars,  of  late,  divinely   brilliant, 
Studding  Night's    cimmerian  robe  ; 
Hurl'd    in  darknefs  from  their  orbits, 
Each  a  darken'd,    ruin'd  globe. 
Hark !    the  martial  trumpet    founding,. 
Rends    in  twain  the  cryftal  fky  ; 
Vengeance  blazing   lights  the  concave 
Of  profound  eternity. 

See    the  fov'reign    aether  furling; 
Nobler  fcenes  falute   mine    eyes; 
Heav'n  in  folemn   pomp  defcending, 
Grimfon   banners  drefs   the   fkies, 
Gn   the   arched,   ftriped  rainbow 
Sits    enthron'd  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Myriads  of  celeftial    warriors 
Round  hira  wait  his  awful  nocfc  G* 


(     '38    ) 

Go,  he  cries,   ye  winged  heralds, 

Bring  my  faints  from  evVy  wind  ; 

Thofe  my  blood  from  death  hath  ranfom'd, 

Thofe  in  life's  fair    volume  penn'd. 

Strait  a  holy  troop  obfequious, 

Swift  as  lightning  fkimm'd  along  ; 

And    from  ev'ry  grave  collecting 

Jefuf's  dear   redeemed  throng. 

Death    no  more  with   livid  afpecl, 
Spurs    his  fallow   fieed  to  flay  ; 
Now    the  rav'nous  foe  dilgorges 
AH  his  long  imprifon'd    prey  : 
Rous'd    from  tombs  each  wicked  rifes, 
By    the  trumpet's  thrilling  found  ; 
Round   they  ftare  with  wild  amazement, 
Wond'ring   at  the  fcene  profound. 

Fill'd  with  horror,  dread  and  anguiffi, 
Rocks  and   mountains  they  implore, 
To  fall  and  crufli   them  out  of  being  ; 
Wifhing  now  to  be  no  more. 
Hark  !  the  herald  calls  to  judgment; 
Juftice    draws  the  glitt'ring  fword  ; 
Lightning  glances   from  his  afpeft  ; 
Thunders'' clothe    his  awful  word. 

Go  ye  curfed   fill'd  with  vengeance, 
Nor  for  peace  my  name    invoke  ; 
Ye   who  "once  defpis'd  my   mercy, 
And    my    fury  dare    provoke, 
Go  to  pits  of  burning  Sulphur, 

Ever 


f     *39     ) 

Ever   banihVd    from   my  reii  ; 
Where    the    foul's   eternal  larum, 
Ceafelefs   beats  your  pulfive  breaft. 


nis  ire, 
ind  wrapp'd  the  earth  and  feas  in  liquid  fire; 
fell  groan'd,  hell  groan'd,  and  heav'n  afcended 


He  fpoke,  he  fpoke ;  and  from  his  vifage  flafli'd 

his  ire, 
Anc 

Hell  groan'd,  hell  gro^ 

with  a  fong, 
And  the  eternal  ages    rol!,d  along. 
Hell  groai'd  hell  groan'd  and  heav'n    afcended 

with  a  fong. 
And  the  eternal  ases  roii'd  along. 


H 


Y       M       N 
Another. 


cxi. 


O  !   he  cometh,  countlefs  trumpets 
Bl  )w  before  the  bloody  fign  ; 
M   lfi  tea  thoufaad  faints  and  angels, 
See  the  crucified  mine. 

Hallelujah  !      hallelujah  !     hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Thro'th'  eternal  deep  refounds  ; 
Now  refplendent  fhine  his  nail-prints, 
Ev'ry  eye  {hall  fee  his  wounds  : 
They  who  piere'd  him,  they  who 
piere'd  him,  they  who  piere'd  him, 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Ev'ry 


f  140  ) 

3  Evrry  ifland,  fea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  fhall  flee  away  \ 
All  who  hate  him,  muft,  afhamed, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 
Come   to  judgment,  come   to  judg* 
ment,  come  to  judgment, 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  man. 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  glorjr 

Shining  in  his  bruifed  face, 
His  dear  perfon  on  the  rainbow, 
Now  his  peoples  head  (hall  raife  : 
Happy  mourners,  happy  mournersy 
happy  mourners, 
Lo  !  in  clouds  he  comes,  he  comes  1 

f  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  folemn  pomp  appear  ; 
All  his  people  once  rejefted, 
Now  fhall  meet  him  in  the  air  : 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  promis'd  kingdom's  come.. 

6  View  him  fmiling,  now  determin'dj 
Ev'ry  evil  to  deftroy  ; 
All  the   nations  now  fhall  fing  him 
Songs  of  everlafiing  joy  : 

O  come   quickly,  O  come  quickly, 
O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah!  come,  Lord,  come. 


H  Y  M  tt 


(    Mi    ) 

HYMN         CXII. 

God  the.  only  Rtfugt  in  Trouble. 

|EAR.  Refuge  of  my  weary  foal, 
On  thee  when  forrows  rife  ; 
On  thee,   when  waves    of  trouble  roll, 
My;  fainting  hope  relics. 

2  While  hope  revives,  tho'  prefs'd  with  fears. 

And  I  can  fay,"  My  God," 
Beneath  thy  .feet  I  fpread  my  cares, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroach 

3  To  thee  I  tell  each  rifing  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canlt  heal  ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  fweet  relief, 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feci. 

4  But  oh  !    when  gloomy  doubts  prevail 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  fprings  of  comfort  feem  to  fail,  ^ 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

5  Yet  gracious  God,  where  mall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trull ; 
And  ilill  my  foul  wou'd  cleave  to  thee, 
Tho'  proflrate  in  the  duft. 


6  Hail  thou  not  bid  me  feek  thy  face  ? 
And  (hall  I  feek  in  vain  ? 


And 


{  M*  ) 

And  can  the   ear  of  fov'reign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ?  ' 

7  No,  (till  the  ear  of  fov'reign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer ; 
O  may  I  ever  find  accefs, 

To  breathe  my  forrows  there, 

8  Thy  mercy-feat  is  open  ftill ; 

Here  let  my  foul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

HYMN         CXIIL 

Longing  After  Chrifl. 

1  rT,,HOU   fhepherd  of  Ifrael,   and  mine, 

JL       The  joy,    and  defire  of  my  heart ; 
For  clofer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  re  fide  where  thou  art : 
The  pafture  I  languifh  to  find, 

Where  all,  who  their  fhepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 

Are  fcreea'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  Ah  !  fhew  me  that  happieft  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people*'s  abode  ; 
Where  faints  in  an  extacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  crucify Jd  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  fmner  declare, 

Thy 


i 


(  M3  ) 

Thy  paffion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuffer,  and  triumph  with  thee. 

'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  reft  ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rife  to  be  hid  in  thy  breafl ; 
'Tis  there  I  wou'd  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart, 
Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 

Eternally  held  in  thine  heart. 

HYMN        CXIV. 

Chri/l     Withdrawn* 

i   (~*\  What  fhall  I  do  to  retrieve 

\^J     The  love  for  a  feafon  beftow'd ; 
JTis  better  to  die  than  to  live 

Exil'd  from  the  prefence  of  God  : 
With  forrow  diftrafted  and  doubt, 

With  palpable  horror  oppreft, 
The  city  I  wander  about, 

And  feek  my  repofe  in  his  breafl. 

£  Ye  watchmen  of  Ifrael,  declare 

If  ye  my  beloved  have  feen, 
And  point  to  that  heav'nly  fair, 

Surpafling  the  children  of  men  : 
My  lover  and  lord  from  above, 

Who 


(  Hi  ) 

\\  ho  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 
Whom  only  I  languifh  to   love, 
O  where  ftiall  I  find  him  again  ? 

3  Tfhe  joy  and  defire  of  mine  eyes., 

The  end  of  my  forrow  and  woe; 
My  hope,  and  my  heav'nly  prize, 

My  height  of  ambition  below  : 
Once  more  if  he  (hew  me  his  face, 

He  never  again  (hall  depart, 
Detain'd  in  my  clofeft  embrace, 

Conceai'd  in  the  depth  of  my  heart. 

H\    Y       M      N        CXV. 

The  Pilgrim  s   Song.. 

1  /^1  Hildren  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
\_y       As  ye  journey  fweetly  fing. 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways! 

2  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  (hall  fee, 

2  O  ye  hanifh'd  feed  bq.  glad! 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  fave  our  flelh  a  (fumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 


Shout 


\ 


(     M5     J 

4  Shout  ye  little  flock  and  bleft. 
You  on  Tefu's  throne  fhall  reft, 
There  your  feat  is  now  prepar  d, 
There  your  kingdom,  and  reward. 

■ 

5  Fear  not  brethren  joyful  ftand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  father's  fon, 
Bids  you  joyfully  come  on. 

¥ 

6  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go,  , 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 

Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  ftill  will  follow  thee  ! 

HYMN      CXVL 

Ablejfed  Go/pel. 

l    T5  LEST  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
JL3     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  fliall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

%  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

%  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength,  and  falvation  gives  ; 

N    .   '  Ifrael 


(     *46    ) 

Ifrael,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns. 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

HYMN        CXVII. 

1  iO  RACE  !   'tis  a  charming  found, 
\JT  Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 

Heav'n  with  the  echo  fhall  refound, 
And  all  the  earth  fhall  hear. 

2  Grace  firft  contriv'd  a  way 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  fteps,  that  grace  difplay, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 

And  new  fup plies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  prefTing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  fhall  crown, 
Thro'  everlafling  days, 

It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmofl  flone; 
And  well  deferves  the  praife. 

HYMN      CXVIII. 


COME,  defcend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit, 
Fan  each  fpark  into  a  flame, 
Bleffings  let  us  now  inherit, 
Bleflings  that  we  cannot  name 


Whilft 


(     H7     ) 

Whilft  hofannas  we  are  finging, 
May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move, 

Feel  new  grace  in  them  ftill  ipringingj 
Breathe  the  air  of  purelt  love. 

%  Let  us  fail  in  grace's  ocean 

Float  on  that  unbounded  fea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion, 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  : 
On  thy  heav'nly  manna  feeding, 

Screen'd  from  every  envious  foe ; 
Love,  O  love  for  finners  bleeding 

All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

3  Keep  us,   Lord  flill  in  communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee  ; 
Sinking  in  the  fweeteft  union 

Of  that  heart-felt  myftery  : 
Keep  us  fafe  from  each  delufion, 

Well  protected  from  all  harms ; 
Free  from  fin  and  all  confufion, 

Circle  us  within  thy  arms. 

HYMN        CXIX. 

Rejoice    evermore. 

x    ~Y%      EJOICE    evermore 
J\.     With  Angels  above, 
In  Jefus's  powY, 

In  Jefus's  love  ; 
With  glad  exultation 

Your  triumph  proclaim, 


Afcribing 


(  148  ; 

Afcribing  falvaiion 

To  God,  and  the  Lamb. 


Thou,  Lord,  our  relief 

In  trouble  haft  been, 
Haft  fav'd  us  from  grief, 

Haft  fav'd  us  from  fin, 
The  pow'r  of  thy  fpirit 

Can  fet  our  hearts  free .: 
And  we  fha!l  inherit 

All  fulnefs  in  thee. 


All  fulnefs  of  peace, 

All  fulnefs  of  joy, 
And  fpiritual  blifs 

That  never  can  cloy, 
To  us  it  is  given 

In  Jefus  to  know, 
A  kingdom  of  heaven, 

A  heaven  below. 


No  longer  we  join 
•    Where  finners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  fwine 

Their  brutifh  delight ; 
Their  joy  is  all  fadnefs, 

Their  mirth  is  all  vain, 
Their  laughter  is  madnefs, 

Their  pleafure  is  pain. 


5  O  may 


(     149    ) 

O  may  they  at  laft 

With  forrow  return, 
The  pleafure  to  tafte, 

For  which  they  were  born  ! 
Our  Jefus  receiving, 

Our  happinefs  prove, 

The  joy  of  believing, 

The  heaven  of  love. 

i 

HYMN      CXX. 

Redeeming    love, 

COME  heav'nly  love,  infpire  my  fong 
With  thy  immortal  flame  ; 
And  teach  my  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue, 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

The  Saviour  !    O  what  endlefs  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blifsful  found  ! 
Its  influence  ev*ry  fear  difarms, 
N  And  fpreads  fweet  comfort  round. 

Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  effufion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  loft  in  fin, 

And  doom'd  to  endlefs  woe, 

God's  only  Son,  fftupendous  grace  !) 

Forfook  his  throne  above  ; 
And  fwift  to  fave  our  wretched  race, 

He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

$Th' 


(   1$°  ) 

5  Th'  almighty  former  of  the  fkies 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail'd  th'  incarnate  God, 

6  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  blifs,  a  boundlefs  ftore  : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wifh  for  more* 

7  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  crofs  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  facriflce, 
My  Saviour,   and  my  all. 

H      Y      M      N        CXXI. 


Chrifiian  Love 

ET  party  names  no  more 
The  chrifiian  world  o'erfpread 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free 
Are  one  in  Chrift  their  head. 


L1 


Among  the  faints  on  earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  fame  inheritance, 

With  .mutual  bleflings  crowivd. 

Let  envy  and  ill-will 
Be  banifh'd  far  away  ; 
Thofe  mould  in  ftrifteft  friendfhip  dwell, 

Who 


(     *5*      ) 
Who  the  fame  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Referable  that  above, 
Where  ftreams  of  pleafure.ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

HYMN        CXXIf. 

The  Myjlerics  of  Providence. 

1  T    ORD,   how  myfterious  are  thy  ways  ! 
JLj  How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  praife! 
Thy  fteps  can  mortal  eyes  explore  ? 

'Tis  ours  to  wonder,  and  adore. 

2  Thy  deep  decrees    from  creature  fight, 
Are  hid  in  fhades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel  minds  prefume  to  pry. 

3  Great  God,  I  would  not  afk  to  fee, 
What  in  futurity  mall  be  ; 

If  light   and  blifs  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praife. 

4  Is  darknefs  and  diitrefs  my  /hare  ? 
Then  let  me  truft  thy  guardian  care  ; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  thro'  ev'ry  cloud  fhall  mine. 

,5  Yet  this  my  foul  defires  to  know, 
Be  this  mv  only  wifh  below  ; 

"  That 


(  /s«    ) 

"  That  Cliriflis  mine!  "--this  great  requeft 
Grant,  bounteous  God— and  I  am  bleft. 

HYMN         CXXIII. 

Winter. 

i    O  EE  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 

kJHasftript  the  trees,  and  feal'd  the  ground;, 
But  fpring  fiiall  foon  his  rage  with ftand, 
And  fpread  new  beauties  all  around, 

2  My  foul  a  fharper  winter  mourns, 
Barren  and  lifelefs  I  remain, 
When  will  the  gentle  fpring  return, 
And  bid  my  graces  grow  again  ? 

3  Jefus,  my  glorious  fun,  arife, 

Tis  thine  the  frozen  heart  to  move ; 

Oh  !  hufh  thefe  ftorms,  and  clear  my  fkiesr 

And  let  me  feel  thy  vital  love. 

4  Dear  Lord,  regard  my  feeble  cry, 
I  faint  and  droop  'till  thou  appear  ; 
Wilt  thou  permit  thy  plant  to  die  ? 
Mull  it  be  winter  all  the  year  ? 

5  Be  ftill,  my  foul,  and  wait  his  hour, 
With  humble  pray'r,  and  patient  faith, 

^  'Till  he  reveals  his  gracious  pow'r, 
Repofe  on  what  his  promife  faith. 

6  He,  by  whofe  all  commanding  words, 

Seafons 


(      153     ) 

Seafons  their  changing  courfe  maintain  * 
In  ev'ry  change  a  pledge  affords, 
That  none  fhall  feek  his  face  in  vain. 

H  Y  M  N     CXXIV. 

True     happinefs. 

x    T  TOW  happy  is  the  chriftian's  flate  ! 
XJl      His  fins  are  all  forgiven  ; 
A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
And  lifts  his  hopes  toheav'n. 

1  Tho'  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 
He  heaves  the  penfive  figh  ; 
Yet  truftingin  his  God  he  finds 
Deliv'ring  grace  is  nigh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wand'rinp-  fteps, 

He  feels  the  chaft'ning  rod  ; 
The  gentle  firoke  fhall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  meffage  comes 

To  call  his  foul  away  ; 
His  foul,  in  raptures  fhall  afcend 
To  everlafting  day. 

H      Y      M      N         CXXV. 

l   C^\   Let  thy  love  our  hearts  conftrain, 
V>/   Jefus,  the  crucify 'd  ! 

What 


(    154    Y 

What  haft  thou  done  our  hearts  to  gain? 
Languifh'd,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd  ! 

2  Us  into  clofeft  union  draw, 

And  in  our  inward  parts 
Let  kindnefs  fweetly  write  her  law, 
Let  love  command  our  hearts. 

3  Who  would  not  now  purfue  the  way, 

Where  Jefu's  footfteps  fliine  ? 
Who  would  not  own  the  pleafing  fway 
Of  charity  divine  ? 

4  O  let  us  find  the  ancient  way, 

Our  wond'ring  foes  to  move, 
And  force  a  frowning  world  to  fay, 
u  See  how  thefe  christians  love!" 

HYMN       CXXVI. 


Lvemng. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night. 
For  all  the  bleflings  of  the  light  ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  fon, 
'Whatever  ills  this  day  I've  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myfelf,  and  thee, 
I,  'ere  I  deep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach 


(     *55    ) 

5  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as-  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  fo  I  may 
Triumphing  rife  at  the  laft  day. 

4  O  may  my  foul  on  thee  repofe, 

And  with  fweet  fleep  my  eye-lids  clofe  ; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  ferve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

^  Let  my  bleft  guardian,  while  I  fleep, 
Clofe  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ; 
Let  no  vain  dreams  difturb  my  reft, 
Nor  pow'rs  of  darknefs  me  moleft. 

6  Praife  God  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

HYMN        CXXVII. 

Lord's  day  morning. 


T 


'O-DAY  God  bids  the  faithful  reft, 
To-day  he  fhow'rs  his  grace  ; 
Seek  ye  my  face,"  the  Lord  hath  faid, 
Lord,  we  will  feek  thy  face. 


.»  Come,  let  us  leave  the  things  of  earth, 
With  God's  affembly  join  ; 


Lo! 


(  ^  ) 

Lo  !  heav'n  defcends  to  welcome  maa, 
To  taile  the  things  divine  ! 

3  We  come,  dear  Saviour,  lo  !  we  come, 

Lord  of  our  life  and  foul ; 
We  come  difeas'd,  and  faint,  and  fick, 
Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

4  We  thifft,  and  fly  to  thee,  O  Lord, 

Thou  fountain-head  of  good  ; 
Filthy  we  come,  and  all  unclean, 
O  cleanfe  us  in  thy  blood. 

5  O  may  we  pleafe  our  God  to  day, 

May  that  be  all  our  care ! 
Give,  Lord,  thy  grace,  left  evil  thoughts  ^ 
Should  mingle  in  our  pray 'r. 

6  Amid  th'   alterably  of  thy  faints, 

Let  us  be  faithful  found  ; 
And  let  us  join  in  humble  pray'r, 
And  in  thy  praife  abound. 

7  Let  thy  good  fpirit  help  our  fouls, 

With  faith  thy  word  to  hear;. 
Be  with  us  in  thy  temple,  Lord,! 
And  let  us  find  thee  near. 

HYMN       CXXVIII. 

Lord's  day  Evening, 

l   TXT  HEN.  Odearjefus,  when   mall  I 
VV  Behold  thee  all  ferene? 

Bieft  in  perpetual  fabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

t  Aflifl  me  while  I  wander  here,    " 

Arnidft  a  world  of  cares  ;  Incline 


► 


(     >57     ) 

Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  pray'rs 

3  Releafe  my  foul  from  ev'ry  chain, 

No  more  hell's  captive  led  ; 

And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 

For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  O  God,  O  fpare  the  foul, 

That  gives  it  felf  to  thee ; 
Take  all  that  I  poffefs  below, 
And  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thy  fpirit,  O  my  father,   give, 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  way  to  ceafelefs  joys, 
Where  fabbaths  never  end. 

HYMN       CXXIX. 

Morning. 

i     A  WAKE,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun, 
jljL  Thy  daily  ftage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  floth,  and  early  rife 
To  pay  thy  morning  facrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mis-fpent  time  that's  paft, 
Live  this  day  as  if  'twere  thy  laft  ; 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care, 
'Gainil  the  great-day  thyfelf  prepare. 

O  o  Let 


(  V*  ) 

3  Let  all  thy  converfe  be  fincere, 

Thy  confcience  as  the  noon-day  clear ; 
Think  how  th' all-feeing  God  thy  ways, 
And  ev'ry  fecret  thought  furveys. 

4  Glory  to  God,  who  fafe  hath  kept, 
And  hath  refrefh'd  me  while  I  Jljeptj 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  {hall  wake, 
I  may  of  endlefs  life  partake. 

5  Direcl,  controul,  fuggeft  this  day, 
All  I  defign,  or  do,  or  fay  ; 

That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 

.6  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  GhofL 


h   y   m   n      cxxx. 


B 


EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  facredjoy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  creaie,  and  he  deilroy. 

£   His  fov'rcign  powV,  without  cur  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men. 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again, 

*     3  We'll 


(     *59    ) 

g  We'll  crow'd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fong*, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

•     Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mud  {land, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN       CXXXI. 

For  New  Years  Bay. 

i      AND    now  my  foul,  another  year 
JLJL     Of  thy  fhort  life  is  paft  ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  lait. 

q  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 
Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  fwift  my  paffing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,   my  foul,  with  utmoft  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  fure,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy  great  concern ! 

4  Now  a  newr  fcene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afrelh  for  heav'n  ; 

Seek 


(     *6o     ) 

Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  fins, 
In  (Shrift  fo  freely  giv'n. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyfelf  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend; 
With  zeal  purfue  the  heav'nly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

HYMN      CXXXII. 

Another. 


TH  E  Lord  of  earth  and  fky, 
The  God  of  ages  praife  ! 
Who   reigns  enthron'd  on    high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days, 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trial  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground  \ 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  ; 
Yet  did  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another,   and  another  year. 

When  juftice  bar'd  the  fvvord, 
To  cut  the  fig  tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd--"  Let  it  Hill  alone:" 


The 


(     161     ) 

The  father  mild  inclin'd  his  ear, 
And  fpar'd  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jefus,  thy  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  beftow'd 

On  us  a  longer  fpace  : 
Thou  didfl  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !  we  fee  another  year. 

5  Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praife  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfeftion  bear. 

HYMN        CXXXIII. 

It  is  Jinijhcd. 

1  «ory^  I  s  finifh'd,  "  the  Redeemer  faid, 

JL     And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head, 
Whilfl  we  this  fentence  fcan, 
Come,    finners,  and  obferve  the  word, 
Behold  the  conquefta  of  the  Lord, 
Compleat  for  helplefs  man. 

2  Finifh'd  the  righteoufnefs  of  grace, 
Finifh'd  for  finners  pard'ning  peace  ; 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  ; 

Accufing 


("162     ) 

Accufing  law  cancell'd  by  blood. 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 
In  fweet  oblivion  laid. 

3  Who  now  fhall  urge  a  fecond  claim  ? 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  releafe  can  fhew  : 
Juftice  itielf  a.  friend  appears, 
The  prifonvhettfe  a  whifper  hears, 

"  Loofe  him,  and  let  him  go. " 

4  O  unbelief,  injurious  bar ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitlefs  fear, 

Why  d oft  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 

" ' Tis  finifh'd,  "  ftill  may  anfwer  all, 
And  filence  ev'ry  cry. 

5  His  toil  divinely  finifh'd  ftands, 

But  ah  !  the  praife  his  work  demands, 

Careful  may  we  attend  ! 
Conclufion  to  our  fouls  be  this, 
Becaufe  falvation  finifh'd  is, 

Our  thanks  fhall  never  end. 

H     Y     M    (N         CXXXlV. 

l    /CHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
V-^  Sons  of  men  and  angels  fay  ! 
Raife  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heav'ns;  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's 


(     ib3     } 

0 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight;  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo  !    our  fun's  eclipfe  is  o'er, 

Lo  !  he  fets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  ftone,  the  watch,  the  fea!, 
Chriit  hath  burft  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rife, 
Chriit  hath  open'd  paradife. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  fting? 
Once  he  dy'd  our  fouls  to  fave, 
Where's  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

§  Soar  we  now  where  Chriit  hath.  led, 
Foil 'wing  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  hirn,  like  him  we  rife, 
Ours  the  crofs,  tile  grave,  the  Ikies. 

6  What  tho'  once  we  perifh'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents  fall; 
Second  life  we  ail  receive, 

In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 
Praife  to  thee  by  both  be  riv'n  ! 

1  nee  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Hail  the  refu*re£iion--tliou  ! 

8  King  of  glory  !  foul  of  blifs  !  * 
Evci  laiting  life  is  this — 


Thee 


Thee  to  know— -thy  pow'r  to  prove, 
Thus  to  fing,  and  thus  to  love. 

HYMN     CXXXV. 

God  glorious,  and  Sinners  Javed. 

1  TpATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  {nines 
X       How  high  thy  wonders  rife  ! 
Known  thro'  the  earth  hy  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  thro'  the  fkies. 

2  Tliofe  mighty  Orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  {kill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 


o 


Part  of  thy  name  divinely  ftands 
On  all  thy  creatures  wrrit, 

They  fhew  the  labour  of  thy  hands> 
The  imprefs  of  thy  feet. 


4  But  when  we  view  thy  grand  defign 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  wifdom  pow'r  and  goodnefs  (hine^ 
In  their  moft  glorious  forms; 

5  Our  thoughts  are  loft  in  rev'rend  awe  $ 

We  love,    and  we  adore  ; 
The  holy  Angels  never  faw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

6     Here 


(  m  ) 

6  Here  God  hath  made  his  nature  known, 

And  thought  can  never  trace, 
Which  of  his  glories  brighteft  fhone. 
In  our  Redeemer's  face. 

7  O   the  fweet  my  ft  Vies  of  tl  at  Crofs 

Where  Jefus  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  noble Ji life  my  fpirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounded  fide. 

8  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains ; 
Sweet  Cherubs  learn  ImmanuePs  name, 
And  try  their  choiceft  ftrains. 

9  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  fong ! 
Wonder  and  joy  fhall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tonguer 

HYMN       CXXXVI. 

Love  on  a  Crofs^and  a  Throne. 

1  T^J OW  let  my  faith  grow  ftrong,  and  rife, 
±.\   And  view  my  Lord  in  all  his  love; 
Look  back  to  hear   his  dying  cries, 
Then  mount  and  fee  his  throne  above. 

2  See  where  he  languifh'd  on  the  Crofs  ; 
Beneath  my  fins  he  groan 'd  and  dy'd  ; 

See  where  he  fits  to  plead  my  caufe, 
Bv  his  Almighty  Father's  fide. 

3« 


(  >66  j 

y  If  I  behold  his  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  in  floods  of  for  row  reigns,- 
He  triumphs  orer  the  killing  fmart, 
And  buys  my  pleafure  with  his  pains. 

4  Of  if  I  climb  th*  eternal  hills, 

Where  the  dear  Conqu'ror  fits  enthron'd, 
Still  in  his  heart  compaffion  dwells, 
Near  the  memorials  of  his  wound. 

5  How  (hall  a  pardon'd  rebel  mow 

How  much  I  love  my  Saviour  God  ? 

Lord  here  I  baniih  ev'ry  foe, 

I  hate  the  fins  that  cofl  thy  blood. 

6  I   hold  no  more  commerce  with  hell., 
My  deareft  lufts  fhall  all  depart; 
But  let  thine  image  ever  dwell 
Stampt  as  a  feal  upon  my  heart. 

H     Y     M     N      CXXXVIL 

De/iring  to  love  Christ. 

i    /^\  O  ME  let  me  love  ;   or  is  my  mind 
\^s  Harden'd  to  ftone,  or  froze  to  ice  ! 
I  fee  the  bleffed  fair  one  bend, 
And  Hoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  fides. 

2  O  !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  an  heart  of  iron  move, 

That 


{   »7  J 

Tliat  thofe  fweet  lips,  that  heav'njy  look, 
Should  feek  and  wiih  a  mortars  love. 

£   I  was  a  tray  tor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  fuftarn  eternal  pains; 
He  Hew  on  wings  of  Jlrong  defire, 
Affum'd  nay  guilt,  and  took  my  chains. 

4  Infinite  grace  !  Almighty  Charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  O  earth  and  fkies  ! 
Jesus  the  God  with  naked  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  Crofs  of  love  and  dies. 

5  Did  pity  ever  ftocp  fo  low, 
Drefs'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  fo 

With  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 

6  Again  he  lives,  and  fpreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tort'ring  fmarf ; 
By  theft   dear  wounds,  fays  he  ;  and   Hands 
And  prays  to  clafp  me  to  his  heart. 

7  Sure  I  muft  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  pafiions  move; 
Then  let  me  melt  this  heart  to  tears  ; 
This  heart  Ihall  vield  to  death  or  love. 


H  Y  m  n     cxxxvm. 


i   T^HE  Sun  of  righteoufnefs  appears, 
A       To  let  in  blood  no  more  ! 

Adore 


i  168  ) 

Adore  the  fcati'rer  of  your  fears, 
Your  rifing  fun  adore. 

2  The  faints,  when  he  refign'd  his  breath, 

Unclos'd  their  fleeping  eyes  ; 
He  bjeaks  again  the  bands  of  death, 
Again  the  dead  arife. 

3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  wine-prefs  trod  ; 
He  dy'd,  and  fuffer'd  as  a  man, 
He  riies  as  a  God. 

4  In  vain  the  {tone,  the  watch,   the  feal, 

Forbid  an  early  rife, 
To  him  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  opens  paradife. 

H  Y  M  n     exxxix. 

1  £^\  For  a  fweet  infpiring  ray, 
V*/   To  animate  our  feeble  ft  rains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endlefs  day, 
The  blifsful  realms,  where  Jefus  reigns  ! 

2  There  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

AdoriHg  faints  and  angels  fall, 

And  with  delightful  worftiip  own 

His  fmile  their  blifs,  their  heav'n,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rife; 

And 


(     »«9     ) 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  fpread 
Thro*  all  th'  affemblies  of  the  fkies. 

4  He  fmiles,  and  feraphs  tune  their  fongs, 
To  boundlefs  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  joyful  tongues 
Refound  his  everlaftingpraife. 

5  There  all  the  ranfomM  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  laft  the  heav'nly  choir; 
O  may  the  joy-infpiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith,  and  warm  defire  ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  fpirit  feal 
Our  int'reft  in  that  blifsful  place  ; 
'Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

HYMN         CXL. 

1  /^OME,  thou  long  expefled  Jefus  ! 
V^/     Born  to  fet  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  fins  releafe  us, 

Let  us  find  our  reft  in  thee  ! 
Ifrael's  ftrength  and  confolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
Dear  defire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart  ! 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king  ; 

P  Born 


{     *7°     ) 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  ! 

By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
•     By  thine  all-fufficient  merit, 

Raife  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

HYMN        CXLT. 

On  the   Death  of  a    Believer. 

1  ?>Tp  I  S  finifh'd,  'tis  done  ! 

X       Thefplritisfled, 
The  pris'ner  is  gone, 

The  cbriftian  is  dead  : 
Thechriltian  is  living 

Thro'  Jefus  his  love, 
And  gladly  receiving 

A  kingdom  abGve. 

2  All  honour  and  praife 

Is  Jefus's  due  ; 
Supported  by  grace, 

He  fought  his  way  thro' : 
Triumphantly  glorious, 

Thro'  Jefuss  zeal, 
And  more  than  victorious 

O'er  fin,  death,  and  hell. 

3  Then  letusrecprd 

The  conquering  name, 


Our 


(  if*  ) 

Onr  Captain  and  Lord 

With  fhoutings  proclaim  : 

Who  truft  inhis  paffion, 
And  follow  our  Head, 

To  certain  falvation, 
They  all  Ihall  be  led. 

4  O  Jefus,  lead  on 

Thy  militant  care, 
And  give  us  the  crown 

Of  righteoufnefs  there  : 
Where  dazzled  with  glory, 

The  feraphim  gaze, 
Orproftrate  adore  thee 

In  filence  of  praife. 

§  Come,  Lord,  and  difplay 

Thy  fign  in  the  fky, 
And  bear  us  away 

To  manfions  on  high  : 
The  kingdom  be  given, 

The  purchafe  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven 

Eternally  thine. 

HYMN        CXLIL 

Sins  and for rows  laid  before  God* 

l   f\  that  I  knew  the  fecret  place 
\^J  Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 


,  • 


(      *72     ) 

I'd  fpread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

!    Vd  tell  him  how  my  fins  arife, 
What  forrows  I  fuihiin, 
How  grace  decays,   and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain : 

3  I'd  fay  how  flefli  and  fenfe  rebel, 
What  inward  foes  combine, 
With  this  vain  world  and  pow'rs  of  hell, 
To  vex  this  heart  of  mine. 

^  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wreftle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  fake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

g  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
And  heal  my  broken  bones ; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  faints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

6  Arife  my  Soul  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  banifh  ev'ry  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  fpread  thy  forrows  there. 


HYMN 


(  m  ) 

HYMN        CXLIIL 

The  prefence  of  God  worth  dying  for. 

l    T     O  R  D,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
1  j  To  fee  thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  fight,        , 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 


% 


This  Gabriel  knows ;  and  fings  thy  name 
With  raptures  on  his  tongue  ; 
Mofes  the  faint  enjoys  the  fame, 
And  heav'n  repeats  the  fong. 

3  While  the  bright  nation  founds  thy  praifc 

From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odours  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  region  fill. 

4  Thy  love,  a  fea  without  a  fhore, 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
O  'tis  a  heav'n  worth  dying  for 
To  fee  a  fmiling  God. 

^  Shew  me  thy  face,  and  I'll  away 
From  all  inferior  things ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  ftretch  my  airy  wings, 

6  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  Sky 
The  wondrous  prophet  try'd  ; 
•J  Climb  up  the  mount,  (fays  God) and  die;" 
The  Prophet  climb'd  and  dy'd. 

7  Softly 


(     if4     ) 

'7  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 
Upon  his  Maker's  breaft  ; 
His  Maker  kifs'd  his  foul  away, 
And  laid  his  flefli  to  reft. 

8  In  God's  own  arms  he  left  the  breath 
That  God's  own  fpirit  gave  ; 
His  was  the  nobleft  road  to  death, 
And  his  the  fweeteft  grave. 

H      Y      M    N      CXLIV. 

A  fight  oj  heaven  injickneji. 

j    f~\  F  T  have  I  fat  in  fecret  fighs, 
\_J  To  feel  tny  flefh  decay, 
Then  groan'd  aloud  with  frighted  eyes, 
To  view  the  tott'ring  clay. 

v.   But  I  forbid  rny  fcrrows  now,  ^ 

Nor  dares  the  llelh  complain;     ^      s~r 
Difeafes  bring  their  profit  too  ;  _J* 

The  joy  overcomes  the  pain. 
i 

3  My  chearful  foul  now  all  the  day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  lings  ; 
Looks  thro'  the  nuns  of  i^i  day, 
And  prafiifes  her  wings. 

4  Faith  almoft  changes  into  fight, 

While  from  afar  fhe  fpies, 
Her  fair  inheritance,  in  light 
Above  created  Skies. 

*  Had 


(     V-5     ) 

5  Had  but  the  prifon  walls  been  flrorg, 

And  firm  without  a  flaw, 
In  darknefs  me  had  dwelt  (oo  long, 
And  lefs  of  glory  faw  : 

6  But  now  the  everlafting  hills 

Thro'  ev'ry  chink  appear, 
And  fomething  of  the  joy  flie  feels 
While  fhe's  a  prifoner  here  : 

7  The  mines  of  heaven  rufh  fweetly  in 

At  all  the  gaping  flaws  ;. 
Vifioiis  of  endlefs  blifs  are  feen 
And  native  air  (he  draws. 

8  O  may  thefe  walls  Hand  tott'ring  full, 

The  breaches  never  clofe  ! 
If  I  rauft  here  in  darknefs  dwell, 
And  all  tins  glory  lofe  .! 

9  JDr  rather  let  this  flefh  d^cay, 

•\_     The  ruins  wider  grow, 

Till  glad  to  fee  th'  enlarged  way, 
I  ilretch  my  pinions  through. 

H       Y      M      N      CXLV. 

AJl  ending  to  Ckrifi  in  heaven. 

l   5 r  |  ^  I  S  pure  delight,  without  alloy, 
JL*    Je^us,  to  hear  thy  name, 
My  fpirit  leaps  with  inward  joy, 
I  fee!  the  facred  flame. 


My 


(     *76    ) 

8  My  paffions  hold  a  pleafing  reign 
While  love  infpires  my  breaft, 
Love  the  divineftof  the  train, 
The  foV'reign  of  the  reft. 

3  This  is  the  grace  mull  live  and  ling, 

When  faith  and  fear  lhall  ceafe, 
Mull  found  from  ev'ry  joyful  firing, 
Tiro'  the  fweet  groves  of  blifs. 

4  Let  life  immortal  feize  my  clay  ; 

Let  lcve  refine  my  blood  ; 
Her  flames  can  bear  my  foul  away, 
Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 

^   Sink  down  ye  Separating  hills, 
Let  guilt  and  death  remove, 
Tis  love  that  drives  my  Chariot  wheel*, 
And  death  mull  yield  to  love. 

HYMN         CXLVL 
AprofpcEt  of  the  RefurrcBion. 


•H 


OW  long  lhall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  juft, 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  flain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dull  ? 


When  lhall  the  tedious  night  he  gone  ? 

When  will  our  Lord  appear  ? 
Our  fond  defires  would  pray  him  down, 

Our  love  embrace  him  Here. 

3  Let 


(     *77    ) 

3  Let  faith  arife,  and  climb  the  hills, 

And  from  afar  defcry 
How  diftant  are  his  Chariot  wheels, 
And  tell  how  fait  they  fly. 

4  Lo,  I  behold  the  featuring  fhades, 

The  dawn  of  heav'n  appears, 
The  fweet  immortal  morning  fpreads 
Its  blufhes  round  the  fpheres. 

5  I  fee  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ! 
The  Skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  makes  the  ground. 

6  I  hear  the  voice  !  "  Ye  dead  arife  ;  M 

And  lo,  the  graves  obey, 
And  waking  Saints  with  joyful  eyes 
Salute  th'  expe&ed  day. 

7  They  leave  the  dufc,  and  on  the  wing 

Rife  to  the  middle  air, 
In  mining  garments  meet  their  king. 
And  low  adore  him  there. 

8  O  may  my  humble  fpirit  ftand 

Amongft  them  cloth'd  in  white  ! 
The  meanefl  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

9  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rife, 

When  our  returning  king 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  th*o'  the  fkies 
On  love's  triumphant  wing  ! 

II  Y  M  N 


(     i7«  ) 

H     Y     M    N      .QXLVII. 

An  HYMN  for  the  American  States. 

1  f^    I  V  E  thanks  to  God,  your  King, 
VJF"  And  fpeak  his  worthy  fame  : 
Your  higheft  honours  bring 

To  his  almighty  name  : 

For  God  hath  made  his  Mercies  known  ; 

And  call'd  America  his  own. 

2  Record  the  wonders  wrought 
By  his  victorious  hand, 
Which  hath  deliv'rance  brought 
To  our  diftrefsed  land  ; 

For  God  hath  made  his  Wo  N  D  E  R  s  known  ; 
And  call'd  this  Western  Land  his  own. 

3  He  brought  our  Fathers  o'er 
Thevaft  Atlantic  Sea, 

To  this  delightful  fhore, 

The  land  of  Liberty  : 

For  God  hath  made  his  Goodness  known; 

And  call'd  Columbia  his  own. 

4  He  drove  the  heathen  out, 
Before  his  people's  face  ; 
Put  favage  bands  to  rout, 

And  gave  to  us  their  place  :  , 

For  God  hath  made  his  Judge?nents  known; 
And  call'd  thisNEw-FoUND  -land  his  own. 

5  He 


(    m   ) 

^  He  made  us  topofsefs 
A  country  long  conceal'd ; 
And  turn  d  the  wilderriefs 
Into  a  fruitful  field  : 

For  God  hath  made  his  Kindness  known; 
Aad  call'd  this  Infant-land  his  own, 

6  He  made  us  to  incre 

In  n  wealth,  and  flrength  ; 

And  gave  a  Fettled  peace 

Ujato  the  land  at  length; 

For  God  hath  made  his  Power  known  ; 

AndcaH'd  tins  Fro iteu  l-l and  his  own. 

7  His  gofpel  forth  he  fent 

To  teach  the  way  to  heav'n  ; 

His  pow'r  attending  Vent, 

To  (hew  our  fins  forgiv'n  : 

For  God  liath  made  Salvation  known  ; 

And  caird  the  Souls  of  men  his  own. 

8  Long  time  our  land  enjey'd 
Peace,  plenty,  health,  and  gain  ; 
And  wLn  we  were  annoy 'd, 
The  Lord  did  us  fuitain  ; 

For  God  hath  made  deliv'rance  known; 
And  call'd  the  Feeble  folk  his  own. 

9  When  powVful  foesoppreft 
Us  round  on  ev'ry  fide, 
The  Lord  this  people  bleft 
With  fkilful  men  to  guide; 

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For  God  hath  made  his  Wisdom  known  ; 
And  cali'd  thefe  Rising  States  his  own. 

10  Our  foes  our  ruin   fought, 
Which  they  could  not  obtain; 
By  providence  they're  taught 
That  pride  of  Man  is  vain  : 

For  God  hath  made  his  Justice  known  ; 
And  cali'd  the  Righteous  CAUStbisown. 

11  God  made  the  feeble  ftand 
Againft  their  boafted  pow'r; 
And  gave  them  not  our  land, 
To  fpoil  and  to  devour. 

For  God  hath  made  Protection  known; 
And  cali'd  Fair  freedom's  LANDhisown. 

12  JEHOVAH  peaceordains, 
The  noife  of  battle's  o'er, 
No  blood  the  vefture  ftains, 
Nor  thund'ring  cannon  roar  ; 

For  God  hath  made  his  Glory  known; 
^     And  cali'd  the  F a vour'd  States  his  own. 

13  Now  let  our  land  enjoy 
Peace,  plenty,  liberty  ; 
Let  war  no  more  annoy, 
Amen,  fo  let  it  be. 

Lord,  make  thy  Loving  favour  known; 
And  call  this  Continent  thine  own. 

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